We first offered LaserMax’s Genesis rechargeable green laser as a caption contest prize a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, that was the weekend we suffered a denial of service attack, so many of you didn’t get the opportunity to vie for the prize. That being the case, we’re offering it again here. Enter the best caption for the above photo by midnight Sunday and that frickin’ laser beam will be yours.
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Mrs. Jonathan Quayle Higgins
Based on what I’m seeing, I’d prefer NOT to take a peek behind the curtain.
He knows not to bite the hand that quenches him.
Who knew Chico Marx was a cross-dresser, dog lover AND a 2nd Amendment proponent?
The colors Spot, the colors!
Im color blind you idiot.
Okay human I got you a drink and here is your sandwich. Hurry up and eat it so we can go hunt….
“Have a drink on me, Mrs. Watts”
I’m just here so I don’t get fined
Inspired by Teddy Roosevelt’s recent safari Muriel decides to portray her vision of how the “Great White Hunter” should look.
What the hell… dammit, buster! I told you not to backwash!
Oh God, she is drinking all the Laudanum. She’s going to think I’m a duck again.
After our fruitless morning hunt, we stopped for for a bite to eat. Lunch however, took a turn for the worse when I found that my canine companion had emptied the scotch from my flask before I had a turn to drink!
“A few more sips on these and neither of us will feel like the ugliest b!tch in the room.”
Miss Kay, before Phil.
Shannon Watts a drunk dogs best friend.
Jack Daniels a dogs best friend
Is this the “deer scent” or my MRE?
A few more sips of this Duck Dynasty Elixir Mr. Godsey, and we shall obtain our limit. And please Mr. Godsey, no more Pippy Lockstocking references.
Wow. Reminds me of Salt Lake City. Whitest dammed place I’ve ever been.
Remember, you PROMISED to stop laughing at my outfit if I gave you a little snort!!!
Did that damn dog piss in my flask again????
The guy behind the curtain promised if I drink this potion, everything will be in color…just like it was for Dorothy and stupid little mutt…
Growl at my leggings one more time, and you don’t get to finish the burrito!
I told you to wipe off the mouth of the bottle when your finished!
Bertha, drunk again on her husband’s bourbon…accidently fed Rover her IPhone
Jolly good show Rover.
“When I said, ‘Shot’s up!’ , I didn’t actually mean for you to aim more upward for your shot! I guess I had too much whiskey in my water bowl this morning… On the bright side, it’s not like this is the first competition you lost… now we can celebrate ‘Shot’s up!’ with a little ‘DoggyDown the Hatch!’ “
Mags celebrates her victory in the 1st Annual Hunger Games.
This is my rifle,
This is my gun,
This is my dog,
Alcohol is fun
….the pheasants will still be there tomorrow Max…drink up!
Hmm, this smells like dog-water, not whisky…
Don’t tell Daddy .
We have never gotten any fowl, and your drunk again!.. all you do is make me chase around that green laser dot all day and giggle until you barf and fall asleep..
Mrs. Simo Hayha. The white deaths inspiration.
Who let the dogs out?
I’m telling you Rover, if we have to sit like this for a hour to get one of these newfangled “photographs,” we’re damn sure not doing sober. Bottoms up!
Dog: “Why do they call this ‘hair of the dog?’ It doesn’t taste like dog.”
Billy and his mistress in hunting poses.
“After an unfortunate hunting accident due to Ms. Watts drinking something stronger than her usual box-wine, Moms Demand Action is founded to expose how dangerous guns are.”
“Moms Demand Action is founded to expose the dangers of guns after Ms. Watts rifle fired on it’s own, killing her dog. Ms. Watts assures us that the flask, shown in this photo taken prior to the incident, only contained water. ” – Huffington Post
The creators of Michael Jackson’s white lightening (definitely not white lightning).
Drink enough white lightning and Sara Palin starts making sense!
The daughter of The Waco Kid: “Food will just make me sick.”
Ah screw it. I’m drinking my breakfast this morning Fido.
CSGV ten years from now: defunded, drained of color, their membership ranks reduced to an albino mutt and an alcoholic woman.
“Rover, I wanna trade back. This stuff doesn’t taste like Lemoncello at all!“
At least its not the Budweiser horse!
Next thing you know he’ll be shooting my rifle too
Yeah well your mom is so ugly she has to get dogs drunk just to hang out with her and threaten to shoot ’em if’n they leave.
What’s this “Black Gun” thing I keep hearing about?
The inspiration for The Lincoln Memorial.
That dang fox is just too quick…
In the old days we didn’t get plastered. Oh wait, we did……..
The life of single Meryl
with her favorite single barrels
single scotch when life’s a cinch
single-shot when in a pinch
And dog with whom they’re’re no quarrels
Dogs and Guns are READY FOR HILLARY!
Will never be shot by Ferguson police. Aw, come on. Too soon? Grow up!
Sorry, I can’t shoot for 30 minutes after eating.
A drunk dog, exclaimed Sir Thomas Boothby? That dog don’t hunt!
Imma drink you under the table…….
Pet accessories gone a muck, Now matching outfits for the gun for the dog and the owner.
A young Miss Watts, having second thoughts before drinking an elixir of immortality. Sadly she did not read the fine print of side effects.
If I had a green laser I could be hunting instead of posing for Animal Crackers.
The original ad copy for “Leggo my Eggo”, regretfully it was shot down by the panty twisters.
Mrs. Smith has seen some shite that would scare you white. And she drug the poor mutt into the adventure as well.
Man’s best friends… a dog and a gun-totin gal who brings her own liquor and chow to the party!
I ‘eally ‘ish sshhee ‘ould let go of ny ‘ongue.
NRA calendar shoot circa 1915.
After a long time of hit and miss relationships, Abby felt the only person she could trust is Ol’ Kenneth Noisewater…….
Dog: “Do you have any Grey Poupon?”
Hunting in blizzards was a little tougher. But it kept the fair weather hunters out of the way.
After a long day afield, the gun is unloaded, and the hunters get loaded.
Duke’s great, great, great, great, great grandfather out on his last “walk” into the woods after, again, trying to sell the family’s baked bean recipe…for he last time.
I’ll take a drunk dog with a rifle instead of sharks with fricken laser beams on their heads any day.
Guess we shouldn’t have been quite so close to the chalk factory when we blew it up, hey Rover?
Well, the negative clearly shows that the 2nd Amendment was only meant for hunting.
That ain’t no gal…that’s OSCAR WILDE!
I told you, you only get a nip if I get a fox. I am not referring to Lord Grantham’s retriever either, we have enough “catty bitches” around here already.
how do we find out who wins?
The governments first version of the ATF (Alcohol, Treats, and Firearm) failed due to the unusual uniform the agents were required to wear.
You take the bread, I’m keeping the wine!
“Listen Roscoe: I’m only giving you this bone; one of us needs to be able to drive.”
“This box-wine sure is refreshing! Don’t let my husband know about this, and you’ll get another bone when we get home.”
Woman- “Once we chug, we’ll both be Ready For Hillary! Right, Fido?” Dog- “I’m going to need a bigger flask.”
A rare photo of L.L. Beans failed “Wedding Attire” line.
(how did you guys get my grandma’s wedding pictures anyways?)
Here’s that Bloomburger I promised you, baby body.
Here’s That Bloomburger I promised you, baby boy.
The owner and mascot of Martha’s Vineyard Gun Club.
Gator say’s he’ll slap the black off you, Gator ain’t joking.
“Billy boy, you enjoy your biscuit, but the hunt will be short today because I must have brought the laundry bleach instead of my morning spirits.”
OK, so the contest has been over for about a week now. Is there going to be an announcement about who won the laser?