I raise your Jimmy Dean sausage-stick with a whisker biscuit.
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I raise your Jimmy Dean sausage-stick with a whisker biscuit.
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My biscuits’ a-whiskin!
My tapered slot offers enhanced performance without the faster loading that may have embarassed you in the past.
My Quick Shot biscuit is ashamed. I’ll have to fit it with a right hand bow to compensate.
It’s the faster unloading that embarrassed me, actually. But I’m intrigued by the way your synthetic bristles encircle my shaft and cut down on my fletching friction.
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