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That's right.
Year before last I took a vow of knife celibacy. No more knives. I swore them off. Don't need anymore. I've got all I can possibly use.
And then the RC5 came out.
I've fought.
And I've fought.
And I've fought.
I'm not winning. Need strength for round five.
Here I sit, my bank card in hand. A picture of the RC5 up on my screen. Yearning to baton, shave, whack, chop, and fire bow the hell out of things. I keep telling myself: "Just give it a couple more days. Just a couple more days and maybe this feeling will wear off."
But from somewhere to my left comes a voice. It's a sweet voice. But I know it just means to see me bent before its will: driven, broken, addicted again. This voice says: "Just one more. Look at it, do you know all the stuff you could do with that. And it comes in "Olive Drab"."
I feel cheap. I feel tawdry. I feel dirty.
I want it so badly I can feel the micarta in my hand and a small taste of the joy of opening that oh, so infamous, USPS box to see the Rat Cutlery symbol.
Damn you Rat Cutlery. Only you can cause me so much sensual heart ache.
Well, you and my wife when she decides to come trotting through the house fresh out of the shower...
First it was the old RAT 7, then the Izula, now this damnable RC5. What next? The HEST? The Lite Machete? The...::gulp::...Junglas? OH THE HUMANITY!!
Talk me down kids, I'm about to pull a $150 trigger.
Year before last I took a vow of knife celibacy. No more knives. I swore them off. Don't need anymore. I've got all I can possibly use.
And then the RC5 came out.
I've fought.
And I've fought.
And I've fought.
I'm not winning. Need strength for round five.
Here I sit, my bank card in hand. A picture of the RC5 up on my screen. Yearning to baton, shave, whack, chop, and fire bow the hell out of things. I keep telling myself: "Just give it a couple more days. Just a couple more days and maybe this feeling will wear off."
But from somewhere to my left comes a voice. It's a sweet voice. But I know it just means to see me bent before its will: driven, broken, addicted again. This voice says: "Just one more. Look at it, do you know all the stuff you could do with that. And it comes in "Olive Drab"."
I feel cheap. I feel tawdry. I feel dirty.
I want it so badly I can feel the micarta in my hand and a small taste of the joy of opening that oh, so infamous, USPS box to see the Rat Cutlery symbol.
Damn you Rat Cutlery. Only you can cause me so much sensual heart ache.
Well, you and my wife when she decides to come trotting through the house fresh out of the shower...
First it was the old RAT 7, then the Izula, now this damnable RC5. What next? The HEST? The Lite Machete? The...::gulp::...Junglas? OH THE HUMANITY!!
Talk me down kids, I'm about to pull a $150 trigger.