09-07-2007, 03:16 PM
Well, here I sit with three holes in my knee, a cup o' coffee on the table, and a laptop under my fingers. How did a street-savvy Yeti like me get laid out like a dyspeptic yak? Well, it all started when she walked into my office. There were three 38's pointing at me, and I was worried about the one in the middle...
Ok, ok, it is just some cleaning, trimming, smoothing, realigning, of the interior of my left knee. Surprisingly, quite a bit of bondo and chicken-wire was used. Maaco will be doing the painting. I'll be back at The Little Sword Shop of Horrors on Monday and back swatting kiddiewinks with a sword the week after.
In the mean time, Davrvocet beckons....
Ok, ok, it is just some cleaning, trimming, smoothing, realigning, of the interior of my left knee. Surprisingly, quite a bit of bondo and chicken-wire was used. Maaco will be doing the painting. I'll be back at The Little Sword Shop of Horrors on Monday and back swatting kiddiewinks with a sword the week after.
In the mean time, Davrvocet beckons....
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.