Well, my <img src="spyder.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0>Car story is kind of odd, so look away if you love Taurus' red upholstery!
Back? Still here? Good.
Well, one day my mom and I were trolling through a mall parking lot searching for a spot, when she got a craving for part of the chocolate Easter bunny I had in the glovebox.
However, this particular Easter Bunny is approximately an inch thick and very tough to cleanly break. Mom asks if I have a knife. As I am a <img src="spyder.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0>Man, I of course say yes and pull my Endura.
First, Mom starts to cut the chocolate while holding it on her leg. I basically panic, and scream for her not to, explaining that a <img src="spyder.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0> would go through the chocolate, the box, and into her leg.
Then, thinking better of it, Mom begins to cut the chocolate on the seat. I figure she knows not to press hard, but I was wrong. 2 seconds, two pieces, one gash in the seat. She learned the power of the <img src="spyder.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0> that day! <img src="wink.gif" width=15 height=15 align=middle border=0>
Keepin' it real...real sharp, that is.