With guns like those, who’s got time for sleeves… or skin?
For brews, bullets, or the dress she's dreamt of since she was a little girl, the women of Maine say, "Meet me at Hussey's!"
[via Funny Junk]
They're also hoarding Pop-Tarts in anticipation of the zombie apocalypse.
Since you spend all day on the Tosh blog, here's what you're missing on the rest of the web:
Grandpa might be going hunting, but grams looks like she's about to straight up terrorize something.