Last week Hoplopfheil took top honors with “Say ‘fur is murder’ one more time, I dare you.” If you’d like a new Black Arch holster too, enter the best caption for this pic by midnight Sunday. Good luck.
Last week Hoplopfheil took top honors with “Say ‘fur is murder’ one more time, I dare you.” If you’d like a new Black Arch holster too, enter the best caption for this pic by midnight Sunday. Good luck.
“There’s a guy climbing Trump tower with suction cups!”
“I see ’em”.
That Amazon drone is MINE!
Rosie has decided that a somewhat more proactive form of riveting might be called for…
Moms demand Full Auto Action!
Nice.
Ah’m bout to wet dat fools shirt. Sup foo…buck buck buck.
I’ll teach those kids not to play Quidditch over my barley fields.
I like it.
“Thelma, Louise, and Beatrice,” test shot before the rewrite.
Recoil? What do you mean by recoil?
It’s dove season.
“get the pigeon” in song from Dastardly and Muttley in Their Flying Machines
Well, I suppose it could be a bird or Superman, but I’m fairly certain it’s a Stuka dive bomber.
Damn Geese!
It’s a shame that belt-fed trap shooting never really caught on…
Who says Women can’t shoot down “Birds”
Curses! I, the Red Baron, shot down by a girl in a sidecar! They’ll roast me over this!
Miss Daisy’s original driver
They talk about the A-10 Warthog’s 30mm GAU Gatling machine gun having about half the thrust as engines so firing the Gatling gun actually slows down the Warthog in flight. The .303 Vickers machine gun had about the same impact on motorcycles.
NERD!
Actually, old chap, the machine gun mounted on that lovely lady’s sidecar is a Lewis gun, not a Vickers. .303 is correct.
And the Lewis was designed by a ‘Murican.
Standing on a corner on Winslow, Arizona and such a fine sight to see…
Three girls my lord, with a Lewis Gun onboard slowin’ down to take a look at me…
…And being very hopeful they aren’t 3 of your exes, who found each other on facebook, and figured-out the timelines.
Love it.
Ok Ethel shoot thats the one from the Pub last night on the right
What do you mean, ‘Don’t shoot down the ones with little targets on the sides’?
I’m gonna get one in the Jolly Green’s ass this time.
“How many is that Vivian? Oh, this is great fun!”
Thelma! Hurry and shoot the Fokker!
Betty, quit your damn cussin!
Give Tom his holster! (That’s not a caption entry, it’s a vote.)
Except that fokker was flying a Messerschmidt.
“See? This what happens when we let women vote!”
“They end up enjoying shooting guns on a autotrike?”
“…”
I told you the Stuka were here and in season. By all means Abigail, you may fire when ready.
‘Merica.
fifty thumbs up! (one for each state)
The truth behind the Hindenburg disaster finally revealed. Susan Eastman, eager to surprise her husband, George, with what was later infamously described as a “Kodak moment” sadly confused what she thought was his new camera with what he called “his lil friend.”
I love skeet shooting……PULL!
Introducing the newest members of the Stormtrooper Corps: the all female mobile anti-air battery. Smugglers and rebel scum had best watch out!
Oh, yeah. I can hit ‘im from here.
chitty chitty, BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Yes, the earmuffs are unfashionable….. simply dont accessorize with the Lewis Gun.
Oh, is that a Lewis Gun in your sidecar, or are you just happy to see me?
When i said shoot for the moon i didn’t mean it this way…
Mildred: Third Sopwith left of the lead.
Ethel: You sure that’s him?
Mildred: Mmmhmm.
Florence: Down that cheatin’ bastard already, Ethel!
“Remember to hold the brakes this time, OK Emma?”
“Depiction of early Anti-Trump, Hillary Supporters, seen here ready to take down any plane with orders from Hillary’s private email server”
I’m Rick James, bitch.
Defensive Driving.
On the way to Suffragette City.
“Get ’em Hillery, you can’t let that MAN get away with _____”.
“We can’t stop here, this is bat country!”
“I say, did that bird just whistle at us?”
“I will get that misogynist bastard!”
“Damn drones! Pass me another drum Beatrice!”
“Say what one more time!”
Say hello to my little friend!
His name is Lewis.
We are tired of the Jolly Green Giant pissing on our house!!
But I called “Shotgun”.
Whoa, with the operators out here, who is minding the phones?
Hold onto your butts
“There’s nothing like Skeet shooting with a machine gun!”
DroneBusters!
The Golden Girls before they moved to Miami.
Field testing for moa (minute of airplane) accuracy.
Golly, Phyllis always calls “shotgun.”
What did you say the limit was?
What did you say the limit was?
The moment when a great idea was born — “If we could just get this machine gun closer to that enemy airplane up there, it would be much easier to shoot it down.”
Dr. Evil, realizing he was open to a ton of lawsuits, ordered his HR department to start hiring female Henchpersons.
USO support staff testing a prototype of the world’s first t-shirt cannon
“You know, Molly, it’s only a drive by if we’re actually driving. Get moving.”
TTAG unveils it’s contribution to control zika vector mosquitoes.
Ride of the Valkryries.
Make it rain, Maude.
Shoot an Scoot
The lengendary First polish Armored Cavalry about to engage the German blitzkrieg for the first time.
There would be no second time.
Before the NFA commuting was a much more polite and civilized event. Not a single curse word was heard or middle finger seen.
Playing “Angry Birds” in 1933 had a different meaning.
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s down!
This is what comes of women getting in touch with their inner male.
If you want to see what comes of men getting in touch with their inner female, visit San Francisco.
For ladies with a Lewis, the sky is the limit.
If they bring a knife to the fight. We’ll bring a gun….That’s not a gun Barry, THIS is a gun.
Before the pill, there was the anti stork patrol.
When I say that My aunt Izzy, aunt Gladys and my grandmother were tough old broads, I wasn’t kidding, here is the proof!
“Oh crap! Cease fire! Cease fire! Oh we’re in such trouble! That’s a red sleigh!”
Hand me another pie tin full of whoop ass.
“Dammit, Mindy! I can’t keep shouting Pew, Pew, Pew! Snap out of it and pass me that next drum!”
“Francis. That seam on that zeppelin is crooked. Be a dear and unstitch it for me. I can’t stand such sloppy workmanship.
“Needs more toe out!”
“Needs more toe out!”
“This is going to make us late for tea.”
“Let’s see my husband’s Punt gun keep up with THIS.”
“Quick, Betty, toss that m1 clip out. See if the “ping” makes him stick his head out.”
Hun. The other white meat.
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