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It's 1:30 am, and I was doing some work with a few of my knives. Guess what happened. Here's a hint: 0 sleep + sharp knife = pain. Suffice to say, I cut the $h!t out of my digits. A sizeable chunk of flesh is now missing from my left index finger.
Blood everywhere. Workbench looks like a war zone.
Alright, here's the deal. I know everybody out there has at least one bloody story involving their precious knives. Is it ironic? Is it funny? Is it a testimant of your stupidity? Everything goes. I want to hear it all.
For forty days and forty nights, let us share our most horrifying tales of cutlery catastrophe.
Have some fun with this.
TheSurvivalist (still in pain)

Blood everywhere. Workbench looks like a war zone.
Alright, here's the deal. I know everybody out there has at least one bloody story involving their precious knives. Is it ironic? Is it funny? Is it a testimant of your stupidity? Everything goes. I want to hear it all.
For forty days and forty nights, let us share our most horrifying tales of cutlery catastrophe.
Have some fun with this.

TheSurvivalist (still in pain)
