You Brought a Knife...
You brought a knife to an Axe fight?
The problem with modernity, is that everyone is so safety conscious. I used to be able to walk down the streets of town, and find someone, at least one someone, some times a few, who would be willing to engage in a perfectly fun and friendly axe fight.
Not anymore. No one axe fights. It's too dangerous.
Wussies.
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He's Mr. Vain,
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3 comments:
Really love showing off those backwoods, white trash roots, don't you?
I need a good axe. Thanks for reminding me.
Ah hell, like I could ever hide those roots anyway? Might as well celebrate em'.
I need a new axe as well, the head on that one is just dangerously wobbly, dangerously as in "I shouldn't walk around the house with this, not to mention chop wood with it" dangerous.
My dad almost decapitated my brother with a loosely-affixed axe blade.
Notice I don't say "accidentally."
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