So approximately 988 times a day I get a text from Rhino, pimping various knives and knife makers. Since he reduced his daily EDC knife-count to 124, and checked in to rehab for his knife-buying addiction, he seems to take great joy in making sure the rest of us spend our kids college funds on steel. Not a day goes by that I stop by his oddly disturbing lair at work only to find him fondling a folder, moaning softly before breaking in to somewhat shameful giggles. As a good little church-worker, and as his "friend", I've offered to buy several of his EDC blades if only to help lessen his manic addiction. He usually snaps and snarls, sending me cowering in fear.
So I wonder; has the devil taken hold of him or, as I strongly suspect, is he really a rogue sales-agent for an evil, world-wide knife-sales consortium? It may be time for some sort of weird INGO Intervention, with Brad and Sheila casting out the evil*
*unless of course he's secretly working for them since he always brags about them and constantly begs me to make a Saturday trip to Brads store.
So I wonder; has the devil taken hold of him or, as I strongly suspect, is he really a rogue sales-agent for an evil, world-wide knife-sales consortium? It may be time for some sort of weird INGO Intervention, with Brad and Sheila casting out the evil*
*unless of course he's secretly working for them since he always brags about them and constantly begs me to make a Saturday trip to Brads store.