Still scared to death of these things. I can see myself getting one, celebrating that nite by going out & getting loaded on Old Rotgut, coming home, get into a fight w/it, tripping & impaling myself on one of its spikes.... Like the story of the unfortunate kid in spring 1959 who was running to catch a line drive in a Little League game & SKEWERED himself on the fin of a shiny new '59 Caddy... As Penn Jillette puts it- "Bullshit...."
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Benevolent Despot
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