Eye-roll worthy GUN jokes?

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Iron sights on a telescope not a joke

They are for orienting the telescope on the object to be viewed.

The higher power the telescope, the more the need for a secondary aiming device to orient it.

Here is a telescope for sale that mentions a "finder scope" as one of its features:

http://www.sportsmansguide.com/net/cb/Barska-300X-Compact-Travel-Telescope-Spotting-Scope.aspx?a=797477&pm2d=CSE-SPG-3-GOOGLE&utm_source=google&utm_medium=cse

I have even heard that for some extremely powerful scopes, the finder scope has a finder scope.
 
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Have you heard about the women who cera-koted her pistol?

She was so excited to tell her friends she had a gun in the oven.

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Q- What did the mother bullet say to the daddy bullet?

A- We are going to have a BB.


I can't resist.
Q- What did the cannibal do when he ate the Pentecostal missionary?

A- He threw up his hands.
 
I have a nice silvery Mezzi case... I live in an apt building, so I get questions about it almost every time I take it to and from my car...
Here are my stock answers:

"I play percussion, but I'm not a musician"

"Oh, I'm not a very good musician....if you see me playing, you'd best cover your ears."

One possible, slightly rude one:

"Oh this case? It's full of a rare substance called MYOB."
 
I just got a new shotgun with a rail on top of the receiver and ghost rings on it. My friend asked me to put an RDS, but after looking through the ghost rings, it was love at the first sight.
 
Apparently Sig Sauer is coming out with their "all natural" model, which instead of using alloys only uses the metals as they are found, forged to fit the gun's specifications. They're calling it Sig Nature.

Okay, I'm stretching on that one.
 
How about a gal with a P250 making baskets lying in a stretcher?

Sig gurney weaver. :D
 
Wow. I can't believe that I've read this complete thread. You guys are worse than me. And, that's saying something.
 
Steve was an outlaw, and was luckily the only one of his band who hadn't gotten caught by the authorities. The other five were set to be hung the following morning. Steve went out to rescue them, and much to their dismay, they saw a 5-shot snubnose revolver in his hands. Steve was not known for being a good shot, and he was just going to get himself caught by doing this.

To everyone's surprise, Steve pulled off five rapid-fire shots, each one cleanly severing a rope from the neck of one of his fellow bandits. In the ruckus, they were able to escape. At a tavern in the next town, they were all thanking Steve for breaking them out. "I can't believe that shooting!" one of them exclaimed.

"I'm disappointed, too," Steve sullenly said. "But if I'd had a sixth shot, I swear I wouldn't have missed the hangman again.
 
It was necessary to keep a good supply of cannon balls near the cannon on old war ships. But how to prevent them from rolling about the deck was the problem. The storage method devised was to stack them as a square based pyramid, with one ball on top, resting on four, resting on nine, which rested on sixteen.

Thus, a supply of 30 cannon balls could be stacked in a small area right next to the cannon. There was only one problem -- how to prevent the bottom layer from sliding/rolling from under the others.

The solution was a metal plate with 16 round indentations, called, for reasons unknown, a Monkey. But if this plate were made of iron, the iron balls would quickly rust to it. The solution to the rusting problem was to make them of brass - hence, Brass Monkeys.

Few landlubbers realize that brass contracts much more and much faster than iron when chilled. Consequently, when the temperature dropped too far, the brass indentations would shrink so much that the iron cannon balls would come right off the monkey.

Thus, it was quite literally, cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. And all this time, folks thought that was just a vulgar expression!

:neener::neener::neener:
 
Gun shows are like strip clubs. You get to see a lot, touch a little,
but nothing ever comes home with you.
 
A comment in another thread reminded me of this one:

It was a slow news day, so one reporter decided to interview an elderly couple that had just celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. The reporter stated it must take a lot of effort to maintain the relationship for that long, but the husband says they've never had a fight. The reporter is baffled. "How can that be?" So the husband tells his story.

They had just gotten married, and for their honeymoon they were taking a tour of the grand canyon. As they headed down the path into the great fissure, the wife's mule stumbled. "That's one," she told the mule.

A quarter mile down the winding path, the mule stumbled again. "That's two." Around the next turn, the mule took it's third stumble. Without saying anything, the newlywed calmly got off the mule, pulled her .44 magnum out of its holster, and shot the mule in the back of the head.

The husband was shocked, shocked! "Isn't that a bit harsh, honey?" He asked.

The new wife looked at her new husband and said "that's one." And they haven't fought since!
 
Only AK owners will get this:



What does the cartridge say to the AK?

"Kiss my brass!"






FYI:
It refers to the dent the AK puts in ejected cartridges, often called the "AK kiss".
 
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