Last week’s winner was jwm. He’ll be picking out a brand new Black Arch holster for his carry gun. If you’d like one too, enter the best caption for this photo in the comments by Sunday at midnight. You’re welcome.
“Say ‘fur is murder’ one more time, I dare you.”
Damn, I was just about to go for something along that line.
“Don’t even think about dumping that red paint on my fur, dirt-bag…”
slow down, i said ermine, not merman!
slow down, i said “that’s a lethal ermine,” not “that’s ethel merman!”
Sorry, had to do it…
Don’t apologize for being awesome!
Not only does this fur look good, I shot it myself.
My fur may not be mouse but my gun is.
If it moves again…
Give me this mouse gun and expect a smile? Where’s my 1911?
This is my second holster win. First one I had ordered for my j frame, this one for my Makarov.
I like to balance my big guns with this little one.
No stock bite here!
Want me to light your cigarette?
Yep. I’ve won 2 iwb holsters and I live in a part of the country where concealed carry is just about impossible. I sometimes feel as if the gods mock me.
Want to trade one for a really nice Henry Arms hat I won here with “You dirty brother! You killed my rat! I’ll kill you, like you killed my rat!”?
A 60 dollar holster for a 5 dollar hat? You sell used cars?
I’ll ship you some ammo for a holster….
You get further in life with gorgeous good looks and a pistol than you do with just gorgeous good looks.
yes, I tanned it myself.
Oh that’s not a gun-it’s my lipstick…
Feminism? What the hell do you mean, I’m not Feminine.
Mr. Bond, please keep that pointed in a safe direction!
36 – 24 – 36 – 2
Only if she 5’3″
Even in the ’60’s attractive blondes in photos had poor trigger discipline .
The carjacker I’d like to be jacked by.
Does this count as ‘off body’ carry?
Criticize all you like, but it was big enough for the Dalmatians.
Oh, you want to liberate me? But, I’ve already liberated myself darling.
If looks could kill
Beast Boy to Robin, I’ve been made!
“Now you die, Mr. Bond.”
If you come any closer, then both of our guns will be cocked.
“I’ll be your huckleberry.”
“All right Mr. Demille, I’m ready for my closeup.”
“Yes actually, blondes DO have more fun.”
[For the Film Noir fans out there].
“I’ll have you know that they’re a large C cup!” *crosstalk* “Oh, Double Indemnity, I apologize for the misunderstanding”.
Inspiration for the Beretta Curve.
2 inches is plenty.
“Mine’s bigger, so please put your pants back on.”
Keep your .45’s and your 9’s… .25 acp is as fatale as it gets!
“You expect me to pay child support?”
“No Mr. Bond. I expect you to die.”
Darling, I do know what you’re thinking: “trigger discipline.” But you’re making the terribly predictable assumption that I’m not about to shoot that seagull. Because I’m thinking: “lunch.”
“I’ll give you my fur when you pry it from my cold, dead hands”.
Make your own damn sammich.
She mates, then kills.
Now it’s time for a seal jacket.
(…uh oh, my finger won’t fit in the trigger guard with these #$%^ gloves on!! )
The glove absorbs the recoil…
Bond. James Bond. What?
Be careful Mr. Bond, this isn’t a Raven 25.
Yes, dahling. I stole this stole.
Even as she pretended to be Arthur Hamilton’s new lover, she was ready in case he asked too many questions…
“Does this make me look fat? Careful how you answer now.”
I don’t always shoot mashers, but when I do I use a Colt 1908.
One more step and the cheetah gets it!
It ain’t easy being cheesy.
“Why no, officer, this isn’t a gun. It’s a broach. See how it looks with my outfit.”
Actually I have acquired my target and I’m ready to shoot. You best mind your manners.
Ask my ocelot friend here if you can hunt with a pocket pistol.
“So, you thought a woman alone on an isolated beach would be an easy victim? Do I look like shannon watts to you?”
If she keeps that up that pocket pistol will turn into a 8″ barreled magnum revolver.
If you knew how close you have to get to a leopard, to kill it with this gun, you wouldn’t insult me, Mr. Bond.
Diamonds are not a girl’s best friend. This is.
I love rubbing my breast with the barrel warmed .
Do you feel lucky skunk?
I carry my lifeguard to the beach.
You’ve just told your last dumb blonde joke!
As the thug quickly assumed room temperature, Janice paused to think about her day’s adventures. Did she leave the stove on?
Nobody takes the blond serious. Til a muthaphucker gets shot in the face.
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