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Originally Posted by FrontSight
Similarly, I'd like to strap that Reaper knife on to my thigh and give my RBWB (Raised-By-Wolves-Boss) a heart attack by drawing and plunging it into the nice oak conference table.
"You want me to go WHERE! And do WHAT! No! " :: boom ::
Thanks Joe 
FrontSight |
Get working on the concealment rig. Between the shoulderblades or outside of the thigh?
TR
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De Oppresso Liber 01/20/2025
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