I went to a bar last night that served free peanuts. I must have eaten 300 of those freakin' goobers. And all the while I was thinking, I'd sure like to have a PB&J sandwich and a glass of milk.
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- poppersmoke
- I’m searching for the perfect pocket knife. And for someone who knows naught about folding cutlery, it’s been an enlightening quest. Predictably, knife quality ranges from excellence to shabbiness to totally over-the-top weirdness – you wouldn’t believe some of knives popular among the D&D crowd. I guess, if you’re in a Dungeon and you’re fighting a Dragon, you need a pretty bitchin’ knife – preferably one with ornate design and endowed with magic powers. My personal taste runs towards the minimal, so I get a kick out of multiple blades and mystical charms. They seem pretty silly to me. But who am I to judge? To each his own obsession. I also love golf.
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Arrrrr. Curse that rotten knife. Shiver me timber-box, that's the blessed weapon used but William T. Hossephatenstein to stage a mutiny on me own ship. That no good land sodomizer skewerrrred me in the kidney stones and then he made me walk my own plank. Arrrrr. Fer fuck's sake andshit.
Those be salty words from the dread pirate Dwardisimo Rex, killer of men and scourge of the Spanish Main. When Captain Hossephatenstein ran though the pirate Rex with the legendary peanut sword, he made an enemy of the Devil's own first mate.
What the hell's going on here? It's just a Mr. Peanut spreading knife. Arrrrrr!
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