destro

Very nice! I'm a big truck fan. I have a Wrangler.

The photography in your posts in inspiring. The War Wagon inspired me to purchase the Butcher Blade... to carve up swine.

This is what I did first.

Step One.
Find the rude and vulgar and teach them a lesson.

I cruise the Interstate with my Butcher Blade (perfect for swine.)

I find a suitable target. They were in a small sedan flashing lights and acting immature. They were headed toward the Mount Morris exit. I blocked the swine from exiting so I could fill them with the fear.

These pigs thought they could get off the emergency exit. I blocked them there. I'm a smart guy. Too smart for these swine. The Butcher Blade rests beside me. No, it rests in me. I am the Butcher Blade and swine is all I can taste. I smell it in my sleep because these little fucks need a lesson taught to them. They can't just ride up and down my road. I'm the Butcher and their entrails will taste my blade.

So I follow them. And I follow them. And I follow them. For miles and miles. At Kirby, I follow them knowing that I'm close to my kill. I signal to them. I see them like deer in headlights before my tires run over them, thudding like insignificant fodder under my karmic weight. What did they do to deserve the vengeance that karma moved my blade to balance? I don't know. I don't care.

They maneuverd, feeling the closeness of sleep upon them, eternal sleep. These startled sprouts frozen by the blade. Frozen by my karmic commands to reap what has been sown.

Thank you for this inspiration. Your actions command my hand.

Step Two.
Carve Up the Swine