She’s packing something, or is that all dental floss?
Yeah, all you grammar nazis, looking at you David Drake and others.
15 thoughts on “Gunday Monday. Tits Edition”
Some damn nice 45s in there.
The guns ain’t bad either!
Something tells me that some hot brass is going to end up in that Grand Skin Canyon.
Dude. The last picture. Seriously? Aside from the over large boobs, that’s not even a good grip on the pistol. 4 and 12 are much better.
Photoshopped
Who cares?
AWESOME !!!
The meme about “not a pepper spray kind of girl”, somehow I never quite thought of a Tokarev service pistol as a girl’s gun. Well, maybe for Commie girls, I suppose?
Re the meme for The Original “Assault Rifle”: dates are referenced, and history is mentioned, but the guns??
The flinter belt gun would scrape by, but the caplock rifle is about 35 years too early. I’m no expert on smokeypoles by any means, but that inaccuracy of your model detracts from your message.
Re#5: I’d like to have that. Hubba hubba. Oh, right. The girl can visit if she wants, but I’ll leave that up to her.
“grammar nazis” Seriously? You do KNOW that Nazi is capitalized, yeah? 😛
Yeah I did… I wanted to show disrespect.
Now what would you do with all those weapons? Ya know, Mike_C, you are not like any cardio guy I have ever had the privilege to work with or assist.
Really? Hmmm.
For the non-medical people, cardiologists have the reputation of being aggressive, opinionated, stubborn assholes*, so I figured I fit in. Heh. (Among the Internal Medicine sub specialties, cards is the most like surgeons.)
* though some cardiologists take it too far. Brief version of a long story: ages ago while still a Medicine resident (trainee) I got drafted to cover for an intern who was literally spewing from both ends with some horrible GI problem. This attending cardiologist pages me at 0700 and starts shouting at me by telephone over something stupid his own staff (and not the intern I was covering, and certainly not me) had done. When asshole paused to catch his breath I said “Your people screwed up, not us. I’ll do what I can to fix it, but you are barking up the wrong Chinaman.” He says “Who are you? Aren’t you the intern?”
“No. I’m covering him. Don’t yell at me.”
I think this confused him because he snarled, “I’m going to call your senior resident [supervisor]!” and slammed the phone down. I thought to myself, “He’s going to yell at Debbie, and she doesn’t take that kind of thing well.” I trotted down the hall to give Deb the heads up, but in the minute it took me to find her, asshole was already on the phone and she was crying. (Smart woman, MD, PhD, great book knowledge, but awkward and not resilient.) “I’m joining the faculty in two months, we’re going to be colleagues. How can he treat a colleague that way? Waaah!”
I tried to comfort her, but I was thinking, “you’re going to be a hospitalist, asshole’s an attending electrophysiologist. He doesn’t consider a lowly hospitalist a colleague. Hell, probably he doesn’t consider an echocardiographer [imaging cardiologist] a colleague.” But of course I didn’t say that out loud.
Anyway, I knew this asshole by name and reputation but had never met him (it was a biiiig hospital). So about a month later in the staff portion of the cafeteria (where I rarely sat), I heard this guy’s voice booming from a table full of nurses in scrubs. He’s holding forth on, of all things, the best handgun caliber for killing bears at close range. (My friend Nathan and I looked at each other: WTF?) And! His choice was .45 ACP. Double WTF? I briefly mulled over moseying on over to introduce asshole to the concept of .454 Casull, but Nathan (now an electrophysiologist himself, as it happens) talked me out of it. (Not that I’m much of a gun guy.)
Oh yeah,
@Johno: wouldn’t mind the Thompson, but was I talking about the whole room and its contents. (And that poor girl needs a jacket.)
Mike_C, you too can have a semi-auto Thompson carbine, though what the attraction is defies my comprehension. The real deal is an overpriced, overweight under-performer, much like some around here.
The gun doll holding the Thompson better be careful of the flying brass, is all I’m saying.
Fired one on my walkabout. Fun to shoot, would like to own one. Better effective options out there as the bolt recoil is heavier than the ammo
Some damn nice 45s in there.
The guns ain’t bad either!
Something tells me that some hot brass is going to end up in that Grand Skin Canyon.
Dude. The last picture. Seriously? Aside from the over large boobs, that’s not even a good grip on the pistol. 4 and 12 are much better.
Photoshopped
Who cares?
AWESOME !!!
The meme about “not a pepper spray kind of girl”, somehow I never quite thought of a Tokarev service pistol as a girl’s gun. Well, maybe for Commie girls, I suppose?
Re the meme for The Original “Assault Rifle”: dates are referenced, and history is mentioned, but the guns??
The flinter belt gun would scrape by, but the caplock rifle is about 35 years too early. I’m no expert on smokeypoles by any means, but that inaccuracy of your model detracts from your message.
Re#5: I’d like to have that. Hubba hubba. Oh, right. The girl can visit if she wants, but I’ll leave that up to her.
“grammar nazis” Seriously? You do KNOW that Nazi is capitalized, yeah? 😛
Yeah I did… I wanted to show disrespect.
Now what would you do with all those weapons? Ya know, Mike_C, you are not like any cardio guy I have ever had the privilege to work with or assist.
Really? Hmmm.
For the non-medical people, cardiologists have the reputation of being aggressive, opinionated, stubborn assholes*, so I figured I fit in. Heh. (Among the Internal Medicine sub specialties, cards is the most like surgeons.)
* though some cardiologists take it too far. Brief version of a long story: ages ago while still a Medicine resident (trainee) I got drafted to cover for an intern who was literally spewing from both ends with some horrible GI problem. This attending cardiologist pages me at 0700 and starts shouting at me by telephone over something stupid his own staff (and not the intern I was covering, and certainly not me) had done. When asshole paused to catch his breath I said “Your people screwed up, not us. I’ll do what I can to fix it, but you are barking up the wrong Chinaman.” He says “Who are you? Aren’t you the intern?”
“No. I’m covering him. Don’t yell at me.”
I think this confused him because he snarled, “I’m going to call your senior resident [supervisor]!” and slammed the phone down. I thought to myself, “He’s going to yell at Debbie, and she doesn’t take that kind of thing well.” I trotted down the hall to give Deb the heads up, but in the minute it took me to find her, asshole was already on the phone and she was crying. (Smart woman, MD, PhD, great book knowledge, but awkward and not resilient.) “I’m joining the faculty in two months, we’re going to be colleagues. How can he treat a colleague that way? Waaah!”
I tried to comfort her, but I was thinking, “you’re going to be a hospitalist, asshole’s an attending electrophysiologist. He doesn’t consider a lowly hospitalist a colleague. Hell, probably he doesn’t consider an echocardiographer [imaging cardiologist] a colleague.” But of course I didn’t say that out loud.
Anyway, I knew this asshole by name and reputation but had never met him (it was a biiiig hospital). So about a month later in the staff portion of the cafeteria (where I rarely sat), I heard this guy’s voice booming from a table full of nurses in scrubs. He’s holding forth on, of all things, the best handgun caliber for killing bears at close range. (My friend Nathan and I looked at each other: WTF?) And! His choice was .45 ACP. Double WTF? I briefly mulled over moseying on over to introduce asshole to the concept of .454 Casull, but Nathan (now an electrophysiologist himself, as it happens) talked me out of it. (Not that I’m much of a gun guy.)
Oh yeah,
@Johno: wouldn’t mind the Thompson, but was I talking about the whole room and its contents. (And that poor girl needs a jacket.)
Mike_C, you too can have a semi-auto Thompson carbine, though what the attraction is defies my comprehension. The real deal is an overpriced, overweight under-performer, much like some around here.
The gun doll holding the Thompson better be careful of the flying brass, is all I’m saying.
Fired one on my walkabout. Fun to shoot, would like to own one. Better effective options out there as the bolt recoil is heavier than the ammo