joe carries a knife, most men will flee less they can wield as mighty sword as me, I cut the air with precision ..... as you will see..
I have a long history with knives mates all. Please allow me to illustrate?..
As a child the training was tough!
then I was exposed to guns... right? better, bigger, faster with more precision and power? me thought... but strange new guns I had found..

A growing coolection I had assembled!
After kicking stunning maiming and beatings with some carnage I did...(made me feel bad) so I sought out counseling..
and soon joe was accepted into the fold....OH joy
Opps... may have done one small....... more harm than good? so I sought more counsel...
and god lead me to Injun Jim, a very good and faithful friend to this day, his name be Humble and he did me... until I found tranquility.. heheh
I was slowly figuring out... my short childhood had messed me up...
I was as mean and radical as a crazed pup!( think I had parvo, cos I lived in a dog house outside with um!)
soo.... I figured... hey! lets get back to nature? so I was an independent logger..
then I sought out more counsel and a little
serious instruction, he knows how to cut the mustard!
and from him to this cali dude...

one of my fav's
and Big Toby in a finer moment of training..

some of the younger years...

and my 2nd wife in a self defense class

... Gentlemen all, need i say more? she was nothing but a whore.. so.... I figured I would come here and practice her legacy..
Steve,
joe wants to say tanks, in this world of humble woah, I am but a flask of broken dreams throughout my life but I never expected even that.
Head is hung so very low.. there seems to be no place left to go. So I sat down one summers night of long ago...
Never typed, never wrote but I looked to play a game and thought...it would be the very same.
To my surprise I found some mates?!? They made me feel god damned great!
So this small joe... so very low, had found the place in which to go!
Until that time had arose, joe ran on pumpkin far and wide.
It was my place I chose to hide.
For endless miles we danced, we played,
away from this suffering which brought great pain.
I sought to escape this place of woah..
and found the man who plays in snow!
by one small joe, he likes bikes.
that's all he actually really knows!
one of these to go with a knife is always handy... but it will draw too much attention?...
Word of the Day for Sunday, November 23, 2008
escutcheon \ih-SKUHCH-uhn\, noun:
1. a shield decorated with a coat of arms
2. the protective metal plate around a keyhole and lock, drawer handle or pull, light switch, etc.
3. the panel on a ship's stern bearing her name