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My name is Blackdog I am a Khukuri addict.
My addiction started slowly. "Just try one" I told myself, "Just one can do no harm".
My first was a Service #1. It gave me a rush and made my eyes glaze over when I chopped something with it. Before I knew it I was buying a Panawal. A bigger rush. Then it was a Mini-jungle. Smaller rushes, but hundreds of them. I am out of control.
My once lush and beautiful yard is now a barren wasteland. Not a limb or a bush left in sight. Where I once chastised my dogs for digging holes in the lawn, I now reason that their lives would be happier if I chop those nasty tree roots out of their way. The package delivery service has become such a familiar sight that my dogs no longer bark at them, or anyone else. Now while my dogs sleep peacefully, I must stay awake to watch for prowlers. But I tell myself this is good. It gives me time to sharpen and polish my Khukuris. If I fall asleep in the middle of one more meeting at work they will fire me. I need sleep. I need help.
I am banned from the kitchen. My wife caught me chopping up a weeks worth of vegetables and meats at 3:00 in the morning. We ate soup for a long, long time. But I tell myself soup is good. Soup is healthy. I like soup. But my wife, she's not a big fan of soup.
They say confession is good for the soul. I have confessed. I feel much better now. I feel I am on the road to recovery.
Craig, are you going to have Sirupatis on stock for a while? That Sirupati in the picture is sure lookin' good. One more can't hurt. I can handle it.
Blackdog
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When the world is at peace, a gentleman keeps his sword by his side.......
Sun-Tzu 400 BC
My addiction started slowly. "Just try one" I told myself, "Just one can do no harm".
My first was a Service #1. It gave me a rush and made my eyes glaze over when I chopped something with it. Before I knew it I was buying a Panawal. A bigger rush. Then it was a Mini-jungle. Smaller rushes, but hundreds of them. I am out of control.
My once lush and beautiful yard is now a barren wasteland. Not a limb or a bush left in sight. Where I once chastised my dogs for digging holes in the lawn, I now reason that their lives would be happier if I chop those nasty tree roots out of their way. The package delivery service has become such a familiar sight that my dogs no longer bark at them, or anyone else. Now while my dogs sleep peacefully, I must stay awake to watch for prowlers. But I tell myself this is good. It gives me time to sharpen and polish my Khukuris. If I fall asleep in the middle of one more meeting at work they will fire me. I need sleep. I need help.
I am banned from the kitchen. My wife caught me chopping up a weeks worth of vegetables and meats at 3:00 in the morning. We ate soup for a long, long time. But I tell myself soup is good. Soup is healthy. I like soup. But my wife, she's not a big fan of soup.
They say confession is good for the soul. I have confessed. I feel much better now. I feel I am on the road to recovery.
Craig, are you going to have Sirupatis on stock for a while? That Sirupati in the picture is sure lookin' good. One more can't hurt. I can handle it.
Blackdog
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When the world is at peace, a gentleman keeps his sword by his side.......
Sun-Tzu 400 BC