I know what I want for Christmas.
Showing posts with label damascus steel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label damascus steel. Show all posts
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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They flit around so merrily outside my window, looking so innocent. But I know that really, they're watching my every move, and planning to hit me over the head with a large steel pipe and take my shoe.