Free Okapi And Opinel Contest

Jake...errr...about your hitting peoples' soft spot.

How shall I put it....hmm.....it's like me getting a kick the groin ! But keep coming back and yearn for more. :D

:thumbup: yo the man !
 
Fine, Steve...

send them to whomever you choose.

AND...


I'll send those pictures I have of you to whomever I choose.







(The high-heels DO tighten your calves)
 
Dadgum Kis, that's brilliant, twisted and despicable, but brilliant.:D

BTW gang, did y'all know the Texas Chainsaw Massacre actually took place in Wisconsin, and the murder weapon was actually a 12 inch Ang Khola. If y'all stop by Kis' place, do not try the sloppy joes. Joe might not have been the neatest dresser, but dang Kis, that was uncalled for.:eek: :rolleyes: :p :D

Sarge
 
Are you implying that a Wendigo is alive and well in wisconsin? that must be Fate.
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(aka Kismet)

note the resemblance to Hilary:
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p.s. - this dog was saved by the anonymous donation of an opinel to an arkansas vet on October 26, 1947. the black lab was born in 2003
 
I awoke to a vague sense of unease knowing somehow I must not go back to sleep.
A liter of stimulant bearing beverage later I remembered dreaming of killing a cat but then the Ginsu man spoke to my inner ear: "But wait! Theres more!"
Sitting at my computer I checked the mail to discover an alert to this thread and when I started catching up I remembered the horrible truth. In the dream I had used an Opinel and not just any Opinel, but The Opinel I had won in this very contest to kill a long-haired black cat and her kitten. "But wait! Theres more!" They were ZOMBIE cats and kept crying even after threir throats had been cut wide open. And that's why I should win the Okapi, so this horrible nightmare will never take place.
 
jmings said:
I awoke to a vague sense of unease knowing somehow I must not go back to sleep.
A liter of stimulant bearing beverage later I remembered dreaming of killing a cat but then the Ginsu man spoke to my inner ear: "But wait! Theres more!"
Sitting at my computer I checked the mail to discover an alert to this thread and when I started catching up I remembered the horrible truth. In the dream I had used an Opinel and not just any Opinel, but The Opinel I had won in this very contest to kill a long-haired black cat and her kitten. "But wait! Theres more!" They were ZOMBIE cats and kept crying even after threir throats had been cut wide open. And that's why I should win the Okapi, so this horrible nightmare will never take place.

Jmings.....did that cat in your dream look similar to the ones in the pics that Jake posted ?

:p :D
 
jmings said:
I awoke to a vague sense of unease knowing somehow I must not go back to sleep.
A liter of stimulant bearing beverage later I remembered dreaming of killing a cat but then the Ginsu man spoke to my inner ear: "But wait! Theres more!"
Sitting at my computer I checked the mail to discover an alert to this thread and when I started catching up I remembered the horrible truth. In the dream I had used an Opinel and not just any Opinel, but The Opinel I had won in this very contest to kill a long-haired black cat and her kitten. "But wait! Theres more!" They were ZOMBIE cats and kept crying even after threir throats had been cut wide open. And that's why I should win the Okapi, so this horrible nightmare will never take place.

See, I knew Jake was gonna warp people's brains with all his widdle biddy kitty cat stuff. Don't you worry Jmings, it's cureable, you just got to get you some therapy fast. Fortunately, there's a whole team of dedicated professionals standing by to assist you. ;)
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Sarge
 
Gentlemen?
Am i going to have to start playing hardball? As much fun as I like to have, I got the nickname "Steely" for a reason. Cute puppies and kittens don't work for you? Sarge has you swayed with pics of the curvy type? So you're looking for curves, eh? I'll give you a taste of what I can bring to this. Pandora's box has been opened, and you have been warned.

Send me the knives in a silk bag..black silk white drawstring. I was going to settle for one. Now I want both...and some Froot Loops. My wife won't buy Froot Loops because she doesn't like the film it leaves on her teeth. These are my demands...or there will be more.













Once again, you have been warned.
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Jake
 
Nasty said:
I didn't say there was anything *wrong* with it Steve...just that there may be laws to the contrary.

My friend, I dont know where your located, but I live in Las Vegas. This place is where people could give a crap... So how bout that blade? Besides, Tora Kukris shipped a couple to me, didnt even need my Dad's name on the package.
 
It doesn't change the fact that there may be laws prohibiting such action my friend. Neither ignorance of a law nor lack of enforcement changes the potential for legal action.

I think most gun and knife laws are stupid...but not as stupid as risking one's freedom is.
 
Astrodada said:
Jmings.....did that cat in your dream look similar to the ones in the pics that Jake posted ?

:p :D

No. It looked like Voodoo, my late brother's (the International Terrorist) cat that we took after his death and ran off.

Today would have been his 66th birthday. He was born on Vallentines day and died on Easter. I think about him every day. He was the survivor of knife fights and of his own stupidity. Drunk playing "No stickin', just nickin'" with his drunk terrorist friends and then having to get is son to stitch up his arm. Shooting himself in the leg with his son's .357 (it had a hair trigger).

Chain of command:
James Jesus Angleton
Maurice Bishop Actually a non de guerre for several CIA agents. Noel Twyman had a photo of a person that my brother identified at Bishop during the second interview for a possible update of Bloody Treason but I don't remember what the real name was.

Gerald Patrick Hemming - CIA sub-contractor

Felipe Vidal Santiago My brother's best friend. Tortured and taken to the wall minus 2 pints of blood to keep him from making a scene.

My brother Roy Emory Hargraves born Toy Emory Mings Feb 14 1940. Also known as Doc for Department Of Corrections. "Earned" tats in prison.

Doc used to spend too much of his disability money on roses for my wife.


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I agree, Nasty. Most give aways require that the person is 18 years of age regardless of what the prize is. It doesn't matter if it is a 4' sword or a piece of fluff from a baby chicken in most cases. I'm sure legal trouble won't find it to this little "gift between friends" thing, but you never know. What happens if a 17 year old wins, then actually uses it in a self defense situation. Now I know that's not likely to happen in the very least. Nor do I think that a LEO is going to look for where he got the knife as it is not illegal to own such a knife in most places in the ConUS. However, how crappy would that be if something did happen and poor Steve got slapped with a law suit for being a nice guy?
It's nothing to do with the persons character, just the law of the land. Life ain't fair. Heck, I'm excited about my insurance this year. It was high because I am 24, rented, and wasn't married. As of the 24th of this month (hint, hint, Steve;)) I will be a quarter of a century old, own a home, and am married. Do I drive or live any differently now than I did at 24 or even 19 for that matter?? Nope. I have always been a cautious stick in the mud. I just had to pay for it because the probability of me wrapping myself around a phone pole was higher. Thems the breaks, i guess.
So in a not so long winded answer, I believe Nasty is right. The winner should be at least 18 years of age...and should have a birthday this month;)

Ya know, all this talk about these little knives have got me curious. Win or lose I'm going to grab a couple from Ragweed Forge next week with a little birthday scratch. Most of that is going to have to go toward the couple of khuk purchases I've had, but I think I can muster up 14 bucks for a knife or two. This is what knife community is all about...enabling;)

Jake
 
I shall not give any reason why I feel I should obtain any of these knives. If its in my fate, than it shall be so.

thanks for the contest, be safe

-pakora
 
Kismet said:
Fine, Steve...

send them to whomever you choose.

AND...


I'll send those pictures I have of you to whomever I choose.

Kis:

Please don't publish thooose pictures. I would have to do the honorable thing and fall on one of the contest knives.

Then who would ship them?
 
Steve Poll said:
<snick>

Please don't publish thooose pictures. I would have to do the honorable thing and fall on one of the contest knives.

Then who would ship them?

But, just think of the additional value they would gain.
 
jmings said:
But, just think of the additional value they would gain.

There is wisdom in that. Things seem to gain value when their owner has died.

Nuts. That's me.

Could I use a stand in?
 
Dear Steve,

Why I should win both knives, or at least one, an essay, by me, Bladite...

The first thing that comes to mind, is that I won't exploit the cute bunnies and kitties and the llamas of the world and pull your heartstrings, or repost images from http://www.cuteoverload.com/ (especially the cute big eyed things in february archive) or http://www.infinitecat.com. So there.

Then I'm reminded of my proud heritage, back in the day, being a scavenger in a small French village, old way way way way back grampy doing his thing, and he himself cherish his knife, which was then stoled by some invading hordes, and we've had a psychic loss ever since then that has left us weary to the bone but also sad of heart as we were then kicked out of the homeland, only to have to move to a new country, and get kicked out of that, and then again, all because of that lack of a knife.

A knife! Oh hark, Oh joy! What convex edge hath thou to brighten the day and cause loss of limb and slicing of carrot. Did not the sages of the ages proclaim that the wondrous Steve should provide ME with sharp goodies? And witness the photos of the blessed objects, photographed as they should be, upon the porcelein throne of the holy bathroom, where most blessed Steve of the sharp stuff does his thinking and photography? Yay, say it with me, blessed are the knives on the thrown. Throw down with the prayer of the gurgle of the terlet most Holy and divine. The cold comfort of the Chaste Porcelein most pure, a suitable surface for that which should be soon mine.

In closing, please note the neat penmanship, and vast array of references and proper bookmanship of this here essay, and its word count, which exceeds by maybe a dozen, the required amount and format, not the least of which, I wrote it myself and didn't buy it off the Intarnet like those other guys, and gals, and cute kittens nor exploit any native wombats or other creatures that weren't at least of legal 18+ age.

Oh, I'd probably give one to my grrl so she could trim roses and such in her yard, and that requires a strong, and SHARP knife, else the plants suffer so. You wouldn't want the plants to suffer or get a horrible disease now? Right.

Most humbly, and grinning because he must win,

Bladite
 
Bladite said:
In closing, please note the neat penmanship, and vast array of references and proper bookmanship of this here essay, and it's word count, which exceeds by maybe a dozen, the required amount and format, not the least of which, I wrote it myself and didn't buy it off the Intarnet like those other guys, and gals, and cute kittens nor exploit any native wombats or other creatures that weren't at least of legal 18+ age.

Bladite

Ahem... bookmanship indeed;)
In my defense, my goal was never to pull at the heartstrings or grapple a tear from the cantina. I simply wanted to spread the word about this horrilbe disease. A disease that could strike your next pet. It was never about the knives, just the info. Now, if Steve wants to award me with a small knife. That's fine. I will appreciate it, cherrish it, and gift it to these sick animals. And if the depression becomes too much for the animals, and they take their own life, then I will pry it from their adorable stiff paws, save it and gift it to my son. It will probably be haunted from all the dead puppies and kittens, but i think it will be a character builder for the young man. Any of you guys that want to give your kids a haunted knife are just sick. Steve knows that. My son doesn't exist yet, so a haunted knife will not bother him in the least. That is why I deserve one of these knives to protect my fellow Cantina members from the restlessly damned (although melt-your-heart cute) spirits of puppies, kitties, birdies, and all other things that were once fluffy and are now quite lumpy. So remember, unless you want a haunted knife to bring 100 years of nightmares to your children's children's children, then you'll let Steve send me and my imaginary son from the future the knives to do battle with these poor, although probably bloodthirty, ghosts of the knives so that you don't have to.
I have but one thing left to say:

















Wook at da widdle porkypines!:p
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If you have understood any of this, i seriously suggest that you go get a CAT scan. I live in a happy place, but it's a bit cramped with you in it.

Jake
 
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