Monday, January 10, 2011
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My ex-husband went to the junior olympics dressed like that. Fencing is weird. But, I bet this is a lot of satisfaction in stabbing shit. He eventually grew out of the stabbing shit and went on to shooting shit. Fencing is the gateway drug to sniping. Hoo-rah.
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