Okay.....HERE'S what pissed me off.
I was just getting out of my tutu, when..............wait......that's not right.
I was just hanging up my ninja camo gear when I got this notion to ...TRY...cardboard with my U2.
I wouldn't have got so steamed if it had happened when I was actually USING the knife as it already HAD a few marks from.......USE!
But to think that in a moment of goofy inquisitiveness, I jiggered up the blade (which comes from the factory so special) by idly stabbing an EMPTY cardboard box. So it was.....VOLUNTARY KNIFE ABUSE.....a felony!
So I polished it up to at least ....SUBDUE....the ugly scratches RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE...AAARRRRGGGHHH! And thought of it as merely comparable to the act of cleaning a gun or maybe touching up the bluing. (And I prefer guns with MODERATE signs of holster wear, etc.)
And thus I lost my ...... manhood. snif.
However, I believe I may have redeemed myself. I have an appointment today with my jeweler who makes my nipple rings and ear studs and I am going to have him carefully re-engrave the scratches so I can again walk among men.
Okay now? Can I have sharp instruments again?
