For some reason the title “21 Grips Compared” reminds of “88 Lines about 44 Women”, but I digress. Gear Scout has gone to great lengths to photograph 21 different AR grips from side and rear views. He changed everyone of those pistol grips out as well, so by now he can do it with his eyes closed. Or, he’s got a wrist like a teenage boy, or maybe both.
At any rate, the result of his hard work is cool and the article should give you a good idea of how any one of these will fit and look on your AR-style gun.
Check it out at militarytimes.com/blogs/gearscout/2012/07/27/21-ar-grips-compared
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Had to do it…
Deborah was a Catholic girl, she held out till the bitter end.
Carla was a differnet type, she’s the was one who put it in.
Mary was a black girl and I was afraid of a girl like that.
Susan painted pictures sitting down like the Buddah sat.
Reno was an aimless girl, a geographic memory.
Cathy was a Jesus freak, she liked that kind of misery.
Vicky had a special way of turning sex into a song.
Camala who couldn’t sing, kept the beat and kept it strong.
Zilla was an archetype, the voodoo queen, the queen of rap.
Joan thought men were second best to masturbating in the bath.
Sheri was a feminist, she really had that gift of gab.
Kathleen’s point of view was this, “Take whatever you can grab.”
Seattle was another girl who left her mark upon the map.
Karen liked to tie me up and left me hanging by a strap.
Jeanie had this night club walk that made grown men feel underage.
Mary Ellen who had a son said, “I must go.” but finally stayed.
Gloria, the last taboo was shattered by her tongue one night.
Meme brought the taboo back and held it up for the light.
Marilyn who knew no shame, was never ever satifisied.
Julie came and went so fast, she didn’t even say goodbye.
Well, Rhonda had a house in Venice, lived on brown rice and cocaine.
Patty had a house in Houston, shot top syrup in her veins.
Linda thought her life was empty, filled it up with alcohol.
Catherine was much too pretty, she didn’t do that shit at all.
Uh uh, not Catherine.
Pauline thought love was simple, turn it on and turn it off.
Jean-Marie was complicated, like some French film maker’s plot.
Jeanna was the perfect lady, always kept her stockings straight.
Jackie was a rich punk rocker, silver spoon and a paper plate.
Sarah was a modern dancer, lean pristine transparancy.
Janet wrote bad poetry, in a crazy kind of urgency.
Tonya, turkish, liked to fuck while wearing leather boots.
Brenda’s strange obession was for certain vegetables and fruit
Rowena was an artist’s daughter, the deeper image shook her up.
Dee Dee’s mother left her father, took his money and his truck.
Debby Ray had no such problems, perfect Norman Rockwell home.
Nina sixteen, had a baby, left her parents, lived alone.
Bobbie joined a new wave band and changed her name to Bobbie-Socks.
Eloise who played guitar, she sang songs about whales and cops.
Terry didn’t give a shit, was just a nihilist.
Robin was much more my style, she wrote songs just like this.
Jezabel went forty days drinking nothing but Perrier.
Dinah drove her Chevorlet into the San Francisco Bay.
Judy came from Ohio, she’s a Scientologist.
Amaranda, here’s a kiss, I chose you to end this list.
The Nails – “88 Lines About 44 Women”.
I just bought a BCM lower and it came with the new BCM Mod 0 grip. I have to say it is one of the most ergonomic and comfortable pistol grips I have ever held.