*gets knife* there is an old tradition, a game we all can play, you start by getting liquored up, and sharpening your blade. You take a shot of whisky, you grab your knife and play. You spread apart your fingers, and this is what you say, "Oh, I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop, if I miss the spaces in between, my fingers will come off," No you can't use a pencil, you cannot use a pen, the only way is with a knife, when danger is your friend, and some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb, but all the same we play this game, 'cause it's so damn fun. Oh I have all my fingers, the knife goes chop, chop, chop, if I miss t