Trust me, I know the difference between 'skunk weed' and what a real live skunk under the house smells like
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Back in the 1970's my business partner peddled a bit of weed on the side and often toked up after closing time or whatever, there were several bales that came from that WWII Bomber that splashed in Lake mead and others that came out of the Pacific Ocean....
The old dayze of Air Cooled VW's always had interesting stories
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Anyway, I always carried a knife as a child, in 1969 I went to Mexico and bought a $5 Italian switchblade, it was really handy because when you're a Field Mechanic you often need a knife and have greasy, oily hands, unable to pry open that old Barlow knife I loved so much, the switchblade was sharpened more than proper I suppose but it severed me well for a few decades .
I don't recall it ever cutting me .