Since the facade of public safety prevents us from traveling with so much as a pocket knife, I am surrounded by one of my favorite foods with no way practical way to avail myself of them. They're on nice, low trees even. I bashed a couple open on rocks and salvaged what liquid I could, but it wasn't much. I would sell my grandmother into sexual bondage for a machete right now.
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They don't sell Machetes down there? Well I'll be damned.
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