Used Titanium Hunting Knife: Sixty-three

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Holy Moses On A Pogo Stick!!

Jesus," Dante Interjected When The Heavy Quiet In The Vehicle Seemed Endless. "all This Touchy Feely Is Making Me Itchy To Kill Something. How About We Quit Jerking Each Other Off And Go Blow The Roof Off This Mutha?

Used Titanium Hunting Knife: Sixty-three Dollars. Value: Priceless.

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