To start this story off, I think it is appropriate to give this:
WARNING! EXTREMELY MORONIC CONTENT! READER BEWARE!
Alright, so the story of the loss of the tip of my thumb begins on a night... A night much like any other... My friends and I were hanging around at another friend's place, thinking of a good place to go to hang out and sing songs around the fire... Well, I got the brilliant idea that I have a nice fire pit out in the field at my place... Everybody thought this was a great idea, and I thought it was an even better suggestion because I could show these kids the power of a khukuri in a somewhat trained hand... Yeah... Well...
So, everything was going alright... It was dark, and we only had flashlights until the fire got started... After running back to the house to get a lighter and paper and whatnot, I was ready to start splitting kindling... The guys sitting around grinned in awe as I used my 18" AK to chop through boards like they were nothing more than twigs, while the girls watched warily, scared that something bad would happen... Yeah, right... With me holding a khukuri? What could possibly go wrong?
It was about that time that something went wrong... I was slicing up some cedar really nice and fine-like, and I looked up to make one of my witty statements, which always go over really well, especially when holding a big knife, and I realized that the khukuri passed through this piece of wood a little faster than expected... Taking the end of my thumb with it which just happened to be in its path... Well... It started to bleed, and I thought this was alright... I had a bit of adrenaline in me, so I was alright, though the others were kinda horrified... I guess they're a little squeamish... Well... I figured that I'd taken off the end of my thumb, so the end must be somewhere...
Let's check the AK... Yep... Right by the edge, there's a nice little 1/2" diameter disk of flesh sitting on the edge... So I say to my friends, "Hey guys, wanna see the end of it?"
They were either impressed or horrified... It was dark... I couldn't tell... But anyway, like the real pseudo bushman I am, I cut strips from the sleeves of my shirt and make a nice, not-so-sterile dressing, and then we get back to what we were there for... Singing songs by the fire... The rest of the night went well, other than people staring at me every so often and laughing... Good times were had by all.
Travis
WARNING! EXTREMELY MORONIC CONTENT! READER BEWARE!
Alright, so the story of the loss of the tip of my thumb begins on a night... A night much like any other... My friends and I were hanging around at another friend's place, thinking of a good place to go to hang out and sing songs around the fire... Well, I got the brilliant idea that I have a nice fire pit out in the field at my place... Everybody thought this was a great idea, and I thought it was an even better suggestion because I could show these kids the power of a khukuri in a somewhat trained hand... Yeah... Well...
So, everything was going alright... It was dark, and we only had flashlights until the fire got started... After running back to the house to get a lighter and paper and whatnot, I was ready to start splitting kindling... The guys sitting around grinned in awe as I used my 18" AK to chop through boards like they were nothing more than twigs, while the girls watched warily, scared that something bad would happen... Yeah, right... With me holding a khukuri? What could possibly go wrong?
It was about that time that something went wrong... I was slicing up some cedar really nice and fine-like, and I looked up to make one of my witty statements, which always go over really well, especially when holding a big knife, and I realized that the khukuri passed through this piece of wood a little faster than expected... Taking the end of my thumb with it which just happened to be in its path... Well... It started to bleed, and I thought this was alright... I had a bit of adrenaline in me, so I was alright, though the others were kinda horrified... I guess they're a little squeamish... Well... I figured that I'd taken off the end of my thumb, so the end must be somewhere...
Let's check the AK... Yep... Right by the edge, there's a nice little 1/2" diameter disk of flesh sitting on the edge... So I say to my friends, "Hey guys, wanna see the end of it?"
They were either impressed or horrified... It was dark... I couldn't tell... But anyway, like the real pseudo bushman I am, I cut strips from the sleeves of my shirt and make a nice, not-so-sterile dressing, and then we get back to what we were there for... Singing songs by the fire... The rest of the night went well, other than people staring at me every so often and laughing... Good times were had by all.
Travis
