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Hi, my name is Jon (not Will, thanks) and have gone without food for knives. I will drive to Oregon for autos, I will fly to Kuala Lumpur to see smiths forging keris blades, I will make sure all my swords have been body tested (even if I have to do it myself
). Tracks on music recordings aren't songs, they're "cuts." I don't even own scissors. My neighbours are scared of me. My friends think I'm knuts. I can't afford a girlfriend. I call my p*nis my "Stiff KISS." Mosquitos don't bother me, I only get "butterfly bites" (but, can stainless steel also give you malaria?)
I get the shakes waiting for knife orders to arrive. My Ka-Bar keeps talking to me, it tells me to go out and k ... ku ... ku ... cut things. I use UC throwers for butter knives. Drugs are bad, 'cause they take money away from the knife budget ...
Mmmm .... steel ...
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Yeah, well, people ... They're in tiny pieces in my bag ...
[This message has been edited by willOthewisp (edited 09-04-2000).]


Mmmm .... steel ...
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Yeah, well, people ... They're in tiny pieces in my bag ...
[This message has been edited by willOthewisp (edited 09-04-2000).]