When Jack was waxing eloquent about male split beavers like a weird ass freak in June, I really wasn't feeling it. Recently, it's all I can think about. Maybe it's the weather.

See, when Jack got all pervy, he seemed really focused on bald beavers which, while allowing you to evaluate the hole for symmetry and the overall mileage, don't really invite you to snuggle up. RandyBlue seems particularly adept at picking cherries at their prime -- furrier than Fleshjack, but no frightening grizzlies either.

Think of them like scarves.