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Evening hogs and lovers of INFI alike. Tonight i shall weave a tale of the greatness of INFI, this tale shall be called the bastard tree..
"The Bastard Tree"
Our tale begins as many do, in the forest there was a bastard tree. This bastard tree was a bastard. He left limbs, he left sticks, twigs, leaves, and acorns all over the yard. This tree lived right outside the shop. One day while polishing my prized Moabolo and yammering on like a monkey in a tree about INFI in all its glory, i received a challenge from one of those cold steel guys about how his could out chop mine. 1 hour and 46 minutes later i got up of the ground from laughing and to the bastard tree we went. I, always the nice fella, suggested that he might need the old gods and the new to have a prayer at keeping up with INFI in all its glory. This gentleman's name is Richard, let's just call him Dick. So Dick, fuming from having to wait so long from my laugh fest, takes his cold steel machete and lays 4 VERY DEEP bites into the tree and says..... Four swings for me, four swings for you.... Out bite that!!! Ha!!
I have to admit that i was very surprised by the machete.... With that being said, i have every and all faith in Jerry and his wares. So, i step up to the tree and i swing that thing like I mean it and then i heard the loudest snapping and popping. I mean the sound waves were felt on my skin.
Before we get to the picture portion of this story, i must first say that INFI is way more than the best steel on the market, it's a mentality. In saying that i mean that, like your potential, you have only to believe if you wish to achieve. I felt the fear, i felt the adrenaline, i felt the INFI in my hand like the rush of Johnny Walker blue down the hatch, and then $#it got real....
I chopped below his swings. One blow, the tree GO.....
GOD BLESS YOU JERRY, I'm going to change my pants
"The Bastard Tree"
Our tale begins as many do, in the forest there was a bastard tree. This bastard tree was a bastard. He left limbs, he left sticks, twigs, leaves, and acorns all over the yard. This tree lived right outside the shop. One day while polishing my prized Moabolo and yammering on like a monkey in a tree about INFI in all its glory, i received a challenge from one of those cold steel guys about how his could out chop mine. 1 hour and 46 minutes later i got up of the ground from laughing and to the bastard tree we went. I, always the nice fella, suggested that he might need the old gods and the new to have a prayer at keeping up with INFI in all its glory. This gentleman's name is Richard, let's just call him Dick. So Dick, fuming from having to wait so long from my laugh fest, takes his cold steel machete and lays 4 VERY DEEP bites into the tree and says..... Four swings for me, four swings for you.... Out bite that!!! Ha!!
I have to admit that i was very surprised by the machete.... With that being said, i have every and all faith in Jerry and his wares. So, i step up to the tree and i swing that thing like I mean it and then i heard the loudest snapping and popping. I mean the sound waves were felt on my skin.
Before we get to the picture portion of this story, i must first say that INFI is way more than the best steel on the market, it's a mentality. In saying that i mean that, like your potential, you have only to believe if you wish to achieve. I felt the fear, i felt the adrenaline, i felt the INFI in my hand like the rush of Johnny Walker blue down the hatch, and then $#it got real....
I chopped below his swings. One blow, the tree GO.....
GOD BLESS YOU JERRY, I'm going to change my pants
