Farmers are always worrying about one thing or another

There's a squall in there.

In spite of the storm, he went out.

He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.

He took for himself a potsherd to scrape himself with, and he sat among the ashes.

And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal and he sat down among the ashes.

And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal and he sat down among the ashes.

Like a drowning man clutching at a razor blade.

I can't do without a shave, so please shave me

Had he really disappeared beyond the windswept plain?

This is what it looks like the people have to tap them twice a day just a millimeter slice and the only thing you harvest is sugar water, carbon dioxide, rain fall and a little bit of sunshine.

And if I take a reed if I rub this, something very amazing happens.

The north coast of California has rainforests temperate rainforests where it can rain more than 100 inches a year.

And it is a marvelous rain forest.

The rain and the wind will take them off anyway.

It's a bit like going and cataloging a piece of the rainforest.

You need a shave, just look at you!

One of these is scratch off masterpieces.

Better hurry and shave.

Boy, you need a shave!

Why don't you shave yourself?

I cut myself shaving.

I cut myself while shaving.

Shave our legs, stupid.

Don't look now, I need a bath and a shave.

You could use a bath and a shave, too.

There's a razor and shaving cream in the bathroom, compliments of the house.

Spatula

Shave?

Don't scratch it!

Of course I need a shave because I've not shaved since yesterday morning and I'm a man who needs two shaves a day.

The wind is cold today.

A north wind is blowing.

You must shave it off.

Ah. Get me a razor.

Oh, I'd shave.

He's shaved his beard off.

Always the wind, restless and unceasing.

Yes, why?

I do my own shaving.

I wonder if I can have my face shaved.

Oh, put a bit of life into it, man!

I was chipping a piece of your father's paint from your lovely van Gogh when you loomed up in your nighty and shot me in the arm.

I think your men ought to wash their socks and take a shave. It stinks in here.

Please shave my beard.