I think it was an old Spyderco I had when the lock failed as I was preparing things to blow up, once. I threw it in with the rest of the stuff and blew it to hell.I've actually got an old USMC KA-Bar at home, along with an engraved Fairburn-Sykes dagger, but neither would really be practical to walk around with. The dagger would be pretty cool, actually. Maybe I'll fly to Thailand and slash open DooM's stupid little fanny pack, then kick his inhaler, antiretrovirals, and photograph of his husband down the streets of Pattaya, lol.
Sit down for this, DooM. Allow me to lend you some perspective. These are just a few samples of the sort of crap I constantly get from women. Now ask yourself if I'm likely to be wounded by the words of a fat toad who admits he travels to Thailand to pay for sex with male prostitutes, hahaha. I have the exact OPPOSITE problem to you. I could literally walk into your mum's house and have wild, passionate, pornographic, unprotected sex with her, without even having to utter a word. And I would. Even though she's undoubtedly an absolute spastic, I would... just to annoy you. I want you to think about that tonight as you're contemplating suicide. Imagine her throwing her head back and howling like the beast that she is as she wishes I get her pregnant so that she might finally have a son she can be proud of.
What do you all carry
