I'm fairly certain you own/have owned a samurai sword. I remember a story.
New Years Eve 2006. Location: Muncie, IN. Story: On a night where I do not think I've ever been more intoxicated (I urinated on a girl), Mr. Blonde (who was sober/very angry) pulled out a sword (that appeared to be of the samurai variety, I don't know I'm not the expert) to vent his fury when someone told him that Battlestar Galactica did not inspire their lives as much as it did Mr. Blonde's. True story.
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