Who needs fingers?

Make a contribution to a sperm bank RIGHT NOW!

(Then consider steel toes boots, kevlar gloves, and a kydex jockstrap.)
 
joining his thread late...

New from the 'Just in Case Anyone Wondered Where Coronach got it From' Department:

Once when I was young and stoopid (as opposed to now, when I'm just stoopid
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) I was sharpening a knife while watching the TV. I decided that it would be a Neat Idea (tm) to try and sharpen this knife left-handed (why? remember, young and stoopid) while I watched TV. So I, naturally, proceeded to take one deft pass over the stone and slice the knife VERY DEEP into my right index finger.

It hit bone.

I felt it.

I paused, look down in amazement at my finger, and wondered 1. why I hadn't bothered to get it out of the way and 2. why I had a very very deep gash with no blood coming out.

It then promptly started to bleed. A lot.

I gathered up a fistfull of tissues from the Kleenex box, jammed them on my finger, and then walked upstairs. As I was just starting to get to that age when guys refuse to acknowledge pain or mortality, I walked up to my mum in the kitchen and told her "I think I just cut my finger." She asked to see. I pulled back the tissues, by now dripping and crimson, and she nodded.

"Yes, you certainly did. What do you want for supper?

I started. "What?"

"Do you want chicken or beef barbecue?" she asked, walking over to the fridge.

"Uhm....mom? I think this might need stitches...shouldn't we uhm, like...go to the hosptial?"

She laughed. "No. I'll call Dr. *whateverhisnamewas* after supper. I'm not taking you to the ER for a cut. Direct pressure. You know that. If you feel faint, let me know. In the meantime, go get your father. Its almost suppertime."

Oh, did I mention, she was an ER nurse?
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Merciless, that woman. I love her to death. Shut up, stop whining, rub a little dirt on it. It'll feel better.
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Mike


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"A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects." -Robert Heinlein
 
when i teach Kukri, it is Saftey, Saftey, Saftey.
a good quote to remember

"if you do not make a path for the Kukri, the Kukri will make a path for itself"
 
Khukuris are worthy of respect, so it makes sense to give these sharp objects that respect. Otherwise, as many have learnt to their pain and sorrow, they will cut you.

Mohd, what Rusty said is true, We can certainly learn from you on this as this is a forum not only about our favourite blade, but where one can come to be educated as well.

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Harry

Toujours l'audacite!
 
mohd, the answer is,

Yes, hundres of thounsands.

Yes, to rule their society related to illegal activities, they have own way to force their internal "law". It must have had some spritual meanig by sharing flesh, but no longer. By paying this penalty, he finds himself unable to live out of yakuza society as no legal employer will be interested. Sounds funny, they don't call it cutting off but "tuck" the finger. This kind of artifically shortened finger(s) means he has mistaken somethind, and also he's no longer newbie yakuza, because human inevitably mistakes. Then their community ties tightly.

They use cheap tanto, or thick cooking knife but not sure. I've never seen the moment. It's not done in public places, no ads.


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\(^o^)/ Mizutani Satoshi \(^o^)/
 
Growing up on a farm, I had always been taught, practically from birth, to both respect and properly handle all tools, firearms, and knives. And one thing I was repeatedly told was to never, NEVER, run with a knife.
Well, on my neck I have a small scar that marks the spot where I accidentally plunged the blade of my pocketknife into my throat. I had been racing across a freshly plowed field, clutching my open pocketknife in my fist, when I tripped. As I fell I instinctively put my hands in front of me to break the fall. Unfortunately, I was still gripping the open knife, the blade of which buried itself in my throat as I hit the ground.
God apparently looks after stupid kids, 'cause there was no real damage. Incredibly, the blade missed the important stuff. The worst thing for me was having to face my disappointed grandfather who was obviously unhappy upon learning that the Good Lord had given him the burden of rearing a moron. And to further add to the idignity, once it was learned that I was OK, and immediately after getting bandaged, I got the whipping of my young life! For quite some time I was hurting at both ends!!!
 
And that whipping might well be the reason you are still alive today, Steven. One of my worst and one I can still remember 60 plus years later was for running across a street without looking in both directions first. Lucky for me the driver that almost got me was a good one and was able to swerve and miss me. My folks didn't miss when they got me home.

I never made that mistake again.

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Uncle Bill
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