Today's item of interest is in my kitchen, or more precisely in my Injectible Drugs Memorization Flash Cards. It's a large butcher's cleaver, maybe 40 years old, imbedded three inches into a stack of cards that angered me. I've had it for several months now and I've only used it twice. The first time was to cut a steak (Which was actually very difficult. There is no good way to just slice the steak with it, and hauling back and hacking with it is a good way to break your cuttingboard and leave a gash in the kitchen counter) and the second time left it where it is today.
No really funny stories associated with this one yet, unless you count unreasonable violence towards a learning medium as funny.
Oh, when the repair guy came in to fix my dish washer the first time, this was the only thing he touched, and that was to carefully move the whole thing across the room. I think it made him nervous because it was sitting right above where he had to crouch to look under the sink.
chris bailes..murderer of knowledge.
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