WMD, Continued?
Sharpening Iron on Iron
Dept. of Petty Affairs – Final Entry
Sometimes life’s a forge. Sometimes it’s just two butter knives scraping each other until sparks fly and the neighbors call the HOA. Either way—“sharpening iron on iron, huh.”
🦝 Jerry “The Ankle Biter” Silverhand
“Sounds noble until you realize most folks are just aluminum foil trying to cosplay as steel. I’m over here with a rusty nail and still cutting deeper than them.”
🐾 Mrs. Catford
“Iron? Please. Half these people squeal like tin cans when you press them. Graceful sparks are for swords—petty sparks are for entertainment.”
🐾 Mr. Catford
“True sharpening is silent. No noise, no drama. Just steel becoming sharper steel. Everything else? Kitchen utensils clanging for attention.”
🤡 The Clown
Half laughing, half wheezing
“Hahhh—two clowns sharpening iron… but it’s just their egos clinking! HONK! HONK!—ohhh, I can’t breathe.”
Moral Graffiti on the Wall: Sometimes you forge greatness. Sometimes you just make noise. Either way—keep the egg handy, in case someone swerves into your lane. 🥚
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