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Old March 15, 2013, 09:59 PM   #91
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Join Date: October 15, 2008
Location: West Palm Beach, FL
Posts: 187
Cup-hilted cutlasses, Arkansas toothpicks,
loaded bandanas and hardwood kalí sticks,
t-ball bats studded with galvanized bling:
these are a few of my favorite things.

Tomahawks, assegais, bolos, and sabres
may make a mess, but they won't wake the neighbors.
Wolf heads and eagles on big pewter rings:
these are a few of my favorite things.

Cleavers right out of an Icelandic saga,
maybe a dose of
latigo y daga,
big nails on both ends of old guitar strings:
these are a few of my favorite things.

Squirt guns loaded with ammonia,
sjambok up the sleeve ...
Or maybe there's something like Queensbury rules
for the terminally naïve.

Oh; seriously? I almost always have some sort of knife on my person, but I've also usually got a stout hickory cane, courtesy of a genuine but infuriatingly unpredictable bum ankle. That cane has a lot more reach than any knife, and very few people seriously want to take a solid thwack from it. I also have some basic training in its use and a bit of kalí that translates reasonably well.

If I'm really concerned about the area, I talk to myself just loudly enough that anyone who actually listens can tell I'm muttering complete gibberish.
Latinum malum ex rectum extractum.

A wrong note played timidly is a mistake. A wrong note played boldly is an interpretation.
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