Happy 18th Birthday... to ...Me

See I bet you all thought I was older than that, but good old Gillette knows better. They sent me a razor for my 18th birthday, so that means Sophie married me when I was 10. Oooh gross. It is like we were in that cult out West where that guy was marring the kids and stuff, only worse. Any way, Thanks Gillette your the betterest. Well that's what the guys from the old M&R department would say.