Razor Strap. I remember my Uncle Tony. 100 % Italian.He had one.Was Damn proud of it. He gave my cousin Bobby, till 9:00 PM, to be on his stoop. About 5 minutes to nine, he would come out, and whistle. He had a special tune, to it. Most of the time, Bobby made it on time. This one particular night, he was ten minute's late.My Uncle, was getting himself, all pissed off, waiting and swearing in Italian.As soon as my cousin arrived, my uncle started swinging, my cousin was trying to explain, why he was late. Didn't matter. He got his ASS destroyed.I almost, felt sorry for him, but he was a wise bastich. He F-en got what he deserved.