|
None of my blades are named; it's considered tacky and immature. Guitars, you can name. Cars, you can name. Even genitals, his *and* hers. But swords? Nuh-uh. That said, however, my basket-hilt claymore has been referred to as "that old busted-up piece of shit." Hah. They can laugh. The balance is perfect, even if it is old and busted up.
__________________
Mac
"If it's nae Scottish, it's crap!
|