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Okay... So what rituals do you go thru in order to "dirty/use" your fresh busse?
Here is my set up:
First, I adorn my top hat and stride to my shoe box safe. I painfully select my victim/user and slowly remove her. With tears in my eyes, I step outside and pick my target. It is usually a 2X4 that needs to be chopped for no reason.
Breathe deeply in and out... Focus... Mentally picture the chop and remind yourself that busse's were made to be used. Raising the knife above my head, I let out a war cry as I run full boar at the lumbar. Swinging down with great force, instinct stops the knife centimeters from the wood.
I can't do it... Rage fills my blood as I can't even use a knife for it's intended purpose... As I drop my head in shame, the knife drops to the ground... HOLY CRAP!!! I quickly dive down, but it's too late. It hit the grass. As I slowly pick my knife up, I notice the coating has a millimeter rub mark...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Pissed... I slam the knife into the lumber and then throw it at a tree... After a minute of breathing and singing oscar meyer song, I collect my thoughts and the knife... I resheath it in horror, yet pleasure.. take it back to the shoe box and wait for fishing season to try out my new user
And that is how I make my busse a user... Still have a few holding down the safe though
Hey... Figured you'd guys enjoy some light reading
NO REGRETS!!! 
Here is my set up:
First, I adorn my top hat and stride to my shoe box safe. I painfully select my victim/user and slowly remove her. With tears in my eyes, I step outside and pick my target. It is usually a 2X4 that needs to be chopped for no reason.
Breathe deeply in and out... Focus... Mentally picture the chop and remind yourself that busse's were made to be used. Raising the knife above my head, I let out a war cry as I run full boar at the lumbar. Swinging down with great force, instinct stops the knife centimeters from the wood.
I can't do it... Rage fills my blood as I can't even use a knife for it's intended purpose... As I drop my head in shame, the knife drops to the ground... HOLY CRAP!!! I quickly dive down, but it's too late. It hit the grass. As I slowly pick my knife up, I notice the coating has a millimeter rub mark...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Pissed... I slam the knife into the lumber and then throw it at a tree... After a minute of breathing and singing oscar meyer song, I collect my thoughts and the knife... I resheath it in horror, yet pleasure.. take it back to the shoe box and wait for fishing season to try out my new user
And that is how I make my busse a user... Still have a few holding down the safe though



Hey... Figured you'd guys enjoy some light reading

