Hurt Squirrels
No Safety For Me
7/27/2001 1:36 PM
At the tannery I once worked at, we had this thing that would shred old bits of leather (don't ask me why; it wasn't my department). On the side was a little picture of a man standing next to a generic machine with a whirling blade, except he didn't have a left arm. His left arm was being thrown out of the other side of the machine as five or six non-descript pieces. For weeks, I tried to figure out a way to steal this sign, but there was just no way to get it off in one piece. It was not meant to be.

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