Babies and Guns: They Just Go Together

Written by Emily

When I see this picture I think “here’s a father that really knows how to protect his children.”  He’s all like “yea shes got stretch marks, but if you make a comment about them I’ll blow your friggin’ head off!!”  Best cure for stretch marks?  Fear.


My guess is that those are black leather gloves in the back of his pants, not the holster.  Nothing is more comforting than your Creepy McCreeperson of a husband saying “let me bring you to this happy field full of wildflowers and dreams, but if you try to run, I’ll kill you both.”  My guess?  Stockholm syndrome, that’s the discerning smile.  Good luck to the happy couple!

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a native New Yorker with an enormous brain that's on a never-ending quest for high style, men with accents, and any place with a disco ball. Fastest way to her heart is a guy that loves sushi and knows the difference between "there," "their," and "they're."


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