Ferahgo
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Junior year of high school (2002) a bunch of us were out rolling yards the night before Halloween. I traded for an old (circa 1960's) Case stockman the day before and had sharpened its old carbon blades on my DMT stones and all blades had that fingerprint-grabbing-biting edge but was polished and stropped up pretty slick. So as we were driving to this particular classmates home to roll her yard, my passenger, a very hot senior named Megan, who wasnt quite drunk but wasn't sober either asked me if she could borrow my knife. Being that she was gorgeous and I liked her I gratefully handed it over. So we go and toilet paper this yard and when we get going down the road she gives my knife back, covered in blood. Turns out, the girl whose yard we had just rolled had been fooling around with Megan's boyfriend and Megan was cutting the girls tires when my knife shut on her fingers. Apparently she gave no thought as to it being a slipjoint. It took a while to get the bleeding stopped with only my hunting shirt to apply pressure with. We finally made it to my house and got her super-glued shut. That night learned me that when somebody asks to borrow my knife i always ask what for. Didn't dull the knife any that i could tell. It'd still shave. Still have that knife and the blood stained camo shirt too.
I tried slashing an old tire once. It's a lot harder than it looks.