After a two-month hiatus, the caption contest is back! This week’s prize is a five-pack of A-ZOOM 12 Gauge aluminum training rounds courtesy of Lyman Products. All you have to do is enter the best caption in the comments for this pic by midnight Sunday to be eligible.
WINNER:
here we can see young hunter s. thompson’s hand guiding the belt while his mother demonstrates how to properly remove icicles from the neighbors gutter soffit.
Do you know the name of a good dentist?
And that was the last time Li’l Addie Hitler forgot to turn his books in on time.
The library lady wasn’t joking about late fee penalties.
> golf clap <
Way to take it on the chin Gladys.
I’ll get you my pretty, and your little dog, and your gossipy Aunie Em, and lazy Uncle Henry too
“Gladys! Do you want another belt after this one?!”
“WHAT!!??”
“I said: do you want ano… fix your glasses, Gladys!”
“B!tch betta have my money…”
“B!tch betta have my money…”
Not some, not half, but *all*…
(I’m onna git you, suckah)
Not being facetious, I thought that was John Lennon at first. Was very confused.
Craig,
You are not the only person — I added my comment below before reading any other comments and I also referred to the operator as John Lennon!
well, can’t get a scope bite if you use iron sights I guess….
Choose one answer:
This woman has _____.
A. Forgotten her ear protection.
B. Forgotten her proper eye protection.
C. Placed her face too close to the weapon.
D. Not brought enough ammo.
🤠
E. is actually a man.
It was Mildred’s favorite. She called it her “sewing machine.”
OK Mr. Lennon. Give ’em some Instant Karma.
Yo mama wore army boots just got took to a whole other level.
Dumbass at the gun store tried to tell me a snubbie .38 was the perfect ladies gun.
This is the perfect ladies gun.
John Lennon imagines there’s no recoil.
You beat me to it!
Rosie the Riveter had a better pr man than Mildred the Machine gunner.
But Mildred had a lot more fun.
“Ma Kettle making sure her youngest can keep the ammo fed right for when the G-men finally track her down…”
Uhm, Ma Kettle was a character in a string of hillbilly comedy movies.
Ma Barker on the other hand………
*sigh*
In that case –
“Ma Barker making sure her youngest can keep the ammo fed right for when the G-men finally track her down…”
Ahhhhhhhhhh, so this is a machine gun…Now I get it….
Aim small, miss small.
trump’s national guard border patrol began on a shoestring budget.
here we can see young hunter s. thompson’s hand guiding the belt while his mother demonstrates how to properly remove icicles from the neighbors gutter soffit.
I vote you win. That’s funny
What, I’m supposed to get a background check for what, I’m protecting the country.
Yes, Tweety I thought I SAW a puddy tat as well.
having abandoned vacuum cleaners and encyclopaedias, robert once again successfully demonstrates his “pest eradicator” to the rural masses.
Ten rounds ?
Yea, right.
“My hands aren’t cold and dead, yet.”
There are those that forget this is a caption not humorous comment.
Being alerted to the ammo shortages, Mary Schwartz of the Ladies Auxiliary has decided to use her Browning M-2 50 Caliber machine gun as a sniper rifle with careful aim for each cartridge. Mary is quoted as saying “Spray and pray is not an efficient use of scarce ammunition resources” She is also exploring the use of a foam pad (not shown) to cushion her cheek weld.
Carlos Hathcock, the white feather, did exactly that
Lt Cmdr Data, stuck in yet another time warp, tries out some 20th century weaponry.
the neighbors dog isn’t leaving a mess on my lawn this time
Agnes wasn’t sure if it was the sound, the smell, or the feeling of the recoil (oh yes, the throbbing repetition of that glorious recoil!), but something deep inside her had been unleashed, and somehow spending Tuesday evenings with her friends in the needlepoint club would just not be as satisfying.
This has to be a front runner!
Mosquito control is taken seriously in Texas.
have you seen the size of the mosquitoes in Texas? She may be undergunned for them
This’ll be the the last time Billy tramples my petunias!
Beatle John Lennon, seeking inspiration for his next anti-war folk song, gets into position behind the machine gun.
That’s very odd. When I edited my above comment and added quotation marks and a period, I got the message that my edited comment was flagged as spam when I hit the Save button.
“No Elmer, THIS is how we hunt wabbits!”
“Eye relief is for sissies.”
(The above was my original comment I referred to which has now disappeared, probably in the spam bucket.)
“Me too, Bitches”
I’ll show you the difference between a bump stock and a machine gun ……………………..
No magazine….. no limit.
So that’s why Commander Data spends so much time in the holodeck!
“Imagine there’s no eye relief. . . “
– John Lennon
Hold on, I just need to move it a little to the left.. aim small, miss small and all that.
I just don’t know… I like it but does it come in any color besides black?
It took seventy years, but doctors finally agreed: Banning transgender people from military service Is not medically valid.
However, finding suitable uniforms for cross-dressers is still proving illusive.
“Imagine all the dead people.”
If she gets to hot you’ve gotta bust her belt. Shoot the mule in the head, it’s tearing up my airship. Raisins n sunflower seeds mmmm yum, that hams going to cost you your stripes. Whatda mean we can’t shoot the white monkeys. It’s to fuckin hot and skivvies are BDU. Why do they keep yelling for me to chew their ho,,? Try not to fuck up their ears, I’m making a string necklace…. My shoes are not on fire, Sir.
“Whaddaya in for?”
“Hubby told me to darn his socks. So I stitched ‘im up.”
The original transsexual soldier.
When this mom demands action you better pay attention.
Moose and squirrel finally met their fate.
Now that’s how mom’s demand action
I’m the “Ma” in Ma Deuce.
Happiness is a warm gun.
John Lennon
“Mae Belle Rutledge took the probem of rabbitts getting into her victory garden a bit more seriously than most.”
Damn gopher! That’s the last time that little sumbitch eats my carrots. Pop on up you little bastard! I’m your huckleberry!
And that was the last time Popeye stood up Olive Oyl.
And your little dog, too!
Sometime in early ’42, PTA meetings became fun again!
Kill a commie for ME!
Testing a .30 cal. machine gun at Aberdeen Proving Ground.
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