These two photos explain, perfectly, why my daily dress consists of gym shorts and a T-shirt: nowhere to carry a pocket-knife (making me impervious and resistant to the corresponding AD). But it cannot stop me from lusting after them, in my heart (wasn't it Jimmy Carter who said that "most men do"?)
Color me jealous and fidgitty... but not twerky.
JB, the Lagouile knives pictured are actually table knives, not pocket knives...
He saw a lawyer killing a viper on a dunghill hard by his own stable; And the Devil smiled, for it put him in mind of Cain and his brother Abel.
-- Samuel Taylor Coleridge