“One more ‘Wolverines’ from him and he gets a louisville slugger upside his head.”
Last week’s winner was DJL. We have one more Wilson Combat 2018 calendar to give away his week. Just get your captions in the comments below before Sunday at midnight.
“one more ‘Wolverines’ from him and he gets a louisville slugger upside his head.”
“Yay! This is the LAST GUN. I swear…”
“You’ll shoot your schlong off.”
“OH, great, Honey ! Now I can shoot the neighbor’s dog !”
“Look, mommy, the Seattle Seahawks are gonna need this next year”!!!!
“Fine! I get it. You wanted a violin.”
Looks like he’s cleaning a fish with a rifle.
Sadly, Gavin found out the hard way that the Honor Guard rifle was not drop-safe either.
That crooked picture is buggin’ the crap out of me.
Look at what’s on the table… What kind of white trash drinks NyQuil on Jesus’ birthday?!
Well the liquor stores are closed and they’re all out of Colt 45.
” What kind of white trash drinks NyQuil on Jesus’ birthday?!”
Oh, please. You act like you’ve never had your insufferable inlaws at Christmas.
One of my sister’s family would drive me to mainlining heroin if I had to have them here at X-mas…
“Hey, hon – the kids aren’t upstairs, are they?”
Next to the blue and green scarf, this is the best present EVER!
“It’s the butt crack of dawn… can we go back to bed now that you’ve opened your presents?”
Aww yiss.. PEW! PEW! PEW!
“Why can’t he just watch porn like a normal guy?” she thought.
A minute later the inexperienced young man was decided it would be exciting to blast the rest of his gifts open.
“He gifts himself another shotgun and all I got was this lousy blanket”
Dug from ancient archives, a picture of an America Christmas as it once was before President Michael Bloomberg.
Ah crap, now I’m going to be having nightmares about that for the next week. Thanks Mark. -_-
What do you mean you didn’t want a hunting rifle for Christmas. Heck, I’ll use it if you’re not going to.
“Whaaal Nuely, only 16 an all ready a killen preachers”
Smiling Bob finally has something to smile about!
December 25. 5:37 AM.
Mom – “You’re welcome… I’m going back to bed now…”
No, no, no. Look: THIS is how you hold violin and bow.
“Next to me in the blackness lay my oiled blue steel beauty. The greatest Christmas gift I had ever received, or would ever receive. Gradually, I drifted off to sleep, pranging ducks on the wing and getting off spectacular hip shots.”
OH Yeah Baby!!!
Proof positive that white trash doesn’t take a holiday.
I’m not seeing the “white trash”,?
Where’s my lump of coal, honey?
“That’s the third round he’s put through the ceiling trying to get that thing in the case.”
Well I’ve been a good boy. Now let’s play naughty!
You’ll shoot your eye out!
COOL, A ZEPPELIN!!!
Where’s the compass? It’s supposed to have a compass!