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I was beating on my Hell Razor (I don't even OWN one!) and it was dinging and splitting at the CBT's and getting pounded all over. Just from whacking a tree.
I just kept using it and looking at it, saying "Dangit. I KNEW these things would fall apart some day. Maybe if I beat it some more it'll get harder." And off I'd go again.
Seeing the CBT come apart like palm fronds was just
I need to go home and smack stuff around. Get back in the saddle, so to speak.
Man that was a scary dream.
I just kept using it and looking at it, saying "Dangit. I KNEW these things would fall apart some day. Maybe if I beat it some more it'll get harder." And off I'd go again.
Seeing the CBT come apart like palm fronds was just
I need to go home and smack stuff around. Get back in the saddle, so to speak.
Man that was a scary dream.