A short story about what a pocket knife means to a 10 year old boy. Thanks for watching, Sorry for the crudeness.
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i have a 3 bladed pocket knife KNOW UR PLACE FOR I AM THE TRIPLE BLADED POCKET KNIFE OWNER THE ONLY MAN HIGHER THEN ME IS THE 4 BLADED POCKET KNIFE that or an actual fucking combat knife that my dad's friend Harold has it was bigger than my dad's watermelon knife i mean u should've seen the size of that it was basically a machete but lightweight a lil bit smaller and WAY SHARPER
>gets pocket knife<
>mom takes away pocket knife<
I can relate to your buddy in this short as I was a scout when I was young and did end up accidentally cutting my wrist but I just kept whittling away. I ended up getting my knife a little later than everyone else so they ensured I wouldn’t hurt anyone. I lost that knife, but got some upgraded ones since then.
Nothing like an important moral of the story like this! I'm kinda glad I didn't really get started with pocket knifes at that early an age hmm... pretty brave buddy you had, though. Thumb loss might scare any normal person. Good stuff.
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I don't know how you remember your childhood so well. I don't remember any of that shit.