AK anxiety

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thombrogan

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Just a few feet away from me is a 20" Ang Khola that will be mine if the man who sent it accepts me folding knife. According to the post office's website, they left a note at his door for him to retrieve it at their place.

Now I won't know until Monday (or later :( ) if the guy likes the knife I sent or hates it and me for sending it. If he hates it, the Ang Khola is heading back to him.

To quote the prophet Charlie Brown: Aaaaugh!

:eek:
 
And are you going to tell us just how that is, Munk?

Bill should have put the Tibetan Sword in the mail Friday, so I went by the post office to check the box and see if the was a card saying come to the window ( which I couldn't have done since only the lobby is open on Saturday ). There wasn't a card.

Now I have to sweat it out if it'll make it in on Monday. I keep fondling my first Tibetan sword ( in the RED leather sheath ) that, according to a guide some mucky-muck in a Blade magazine article says to go by, fits me just right. Duh - you could have just asked me what was going on and I'd have told you I was sitting there fondling it and listening to it sing to me. ;)
 
i know i'll like it :D

dont worry about having to send it back, if you like it, you can keep it wether i like the 710 or not. i owned an 806d2, and loved the lock, but hated the handled and the combo edge. both of wich should be adressed with the 710 quite nicely.

since its going into the pocket of my jacket (probably not to be used very often), even if i didnt like it all that much, it is WORLDS better then the cheap little super small gerber i have in it at the moment.

so "forget about it" :D

sorry about not respoding earlier, we were out of town today, and got back at around 12
 
I don't want to force a bad trade down your throat, but I don't want to mail the khukuri back. When I unpacked it, it looked at me and said "Mama!" After fuming that I'm all man, I melted.

Munk's right. It could have been worse. Someone could've intercepted the mail, stole the khukuri, and replaced it with an equal weight of angry scorpions. I could've spontaneously combusted while opening the box. I could've blown off my father's and niece's double birthday party to sharpen it up and fell all of the trees in my backyard. The mail carrier could've thrown it through the window or delivered it to a neighbor.
 
Yes Rusty, he could not have enough to eat. His wife could leave him for another woman. His dog could run away to live with the Drunk down the street. His cat could piss on his pillow and poop when that was through. The finance man could come to repossess his home. He could be down to seeds and stems again, too.

He could break his wrist at the bolster.
His car may not start and require the services of the Alien Artechoke
He could break his right ankle at the bolster
A thunderstorm could take out his TV
His computer could catch a virus, and his kids throw up on the sofa
He could break his left ankle at the bolster
He could develope a urinary disorder
His wife could develope a chronic head ache
His pool might contain bacteria
The toilet could overrun
His other khuks could be stolen
His car could be stolen
His wallet could be stolen
He could break his left wrist at the bolster, 4 breaks, a new record, And God could say- "You like to break things- no more bones for you"

He could do a lot worse than to sit by his bed on Saturday night staring at a blade that he just might own for sure soon. You know it, I know it, the Late President Reagen knows it, the Dead in Iraq know it, their spouses know it, every parent of a dead child knows it, and your Himalayan Sword knows it for damn sure.

So what's all this talk of no Movie and I just threw your damn Palm tree over the side.



munk
 
Munk, You do have a way of putting things into perspective.

Steve

Movie? Palm Tree? Too cerebral for me. :)
 
something like, "Captain, I just threw your palm tree over the side, now what's all this crap about no Movies?"

paraphrased, but most of you should remember this.





munk
 
Mr. Roberts, the movie. Jack Lemmon to Jimmy Cagney, finally filling the shoes of a maverick leader.
 
Munk,

I don't have bolsters for my wrists and ankles. I have integral guards that are epoxied to micarta slabs.

Don't have a dog or a pool, but a pool would be cool. Do you have a spare?
 
710 is easier to sell on the after market :), so its wont be a bad trade even if i hate it :D, and im glad you like the ak
 
Thanks, SethMurdoc!

If I'm ever in Montana and digging holes to plant olive trees near springs, I want to use that 20" AK.

Munk,

I might go to Montana one day. You and a car salesman I know make it sound like the place to be. Or at least visit.
 
Kismet said:
Mr. Roberts, the movie. Jack Lemmon to Jimmy Cagney, finally filling the shoes of a maverick leader.
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Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Ya really gotta paint me a picture sometimes! :)

Steve
 
munk said:
something like, "Captain, I just threw your palm tree over the side, now what's all this crap about no Movies?"

paraphrased, but most of you should remember this.


munk
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I kinda thought you had finally gone completely insane from the sound of some ball bearings rolling around in the overhead / ceiling. Or else maybe someone set off a really, really big firecracker.
 
The guy with the ball-bearings was Captain Queeg in the Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk ( the book ) but there was a movie too.
 
Hey- did anyone notice my take off of Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airman in the post?


munk
 
"My dog died today, and left me all alone
and the finance man came,
to reposess my home
But that's just a drop in the bucket
compared to losing you
and I'm down to seeds and stems, again too. "

munk
 
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