I have a machete. And a warhammer. Warhammer does not really count as a knife, but I've injured myself with it so I'm counting it anyway. (You gotta watch that armor-splitting spike on the backswing! It can really dig into, say, an exposed forearm!) I've got a Swiss army knife that's like 2 inches thick and has more attachments than God. No, really. I went to God and counted. this knife has more doohickeys on it than him. I found it in the snow once when I was camping. My little brother broke the main blade by trying to do something stupid with it.
I need a name for my machete... I think I will name it Choppity. Or perhaps Hackitty. I'd give it a better name, but it's a $6 Walmart machete. If I hadn't wrapped the handle in duct- and electrical-tape, it would probably have fallen apart already.
I have attached a picture of Choppity and myself. I was trying to be a pirate at the time. It didn't really work out though. I don't think pirates wear Canada t-shirts. Or drool. Wait, no, they probably do. Good old Choppity.
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