Posted: 10/22/2006 6:06:36 PM EDT
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The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name' sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: For thou art with me; Thy 1911 and thy 1911a1, they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the John Moses Browning forever. |
Well think of it this way: with a polymer framed setup being off balance it might boomerang. |
Sharpening my Scimtar as we speak. |
The kind of blunt force that manages to blow people out of their boots but not knock the shooter over? |
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