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| By Robert Rotifer |
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http://fm4.orf.at/rotifer |
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It was not the overt masculinity that attracted me to woodcutting in the first place, nor was I aware of the simultaneous undercurrent of sexual mutilation at the time. It was just a job to me, something to keep me away from the game. The passion came later on. |
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Like a knife through butter. Very satisfying. Gets me every time, gives me ideas. I suppose I can't help it. |
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Sawdust like snowflakes, very neat in comparison I must say. You should have seen the mess I made the other day. Not that you feel much of a difference, you're done in a tick, it's a powerful saw. But the cleaning up afterwards, it's just appalling. |
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Well anyway, that's why I had to burn that perfectly reasonable pair of flannels as well. No way you would have ever get those stains out. Mind you, all you can smell now is that barbecue-y kind of smell. Not at all unpleasant. The bad news is I had a look at the bank statement today, and guess what: No deposit paid. The selfish bastard. Cheated me in death, would you believe it. That's why you should never do business over the internet, I guess. Still, that's how you learn, isn't it? You never stop learning, I mean. |
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