With fatherhood looming (Just get here already. It feels like it's been three years) what better way to celebrate than a collection of mom's-to-be, awash in the glow of...wait? What? Oh, pardon me. That glow is the from the hot muzzle. For some reason...for some, ungodly reason, the interwebs teems with pictures of pregnant women posing with firearms. So let's celebrate that.
|I said NO jackboots on the new sod!|
|Tom assumed she'd never know he didn't wear a condom. Eventually, she figured it out.|
|Does this really need an explanation?|
|On second glance, you're right. It's a lovely pattern. My apologies.|
|Oh yeah? Well what's your nursery look like?|
|No gun, but how could I not?|
Yeah. I stole all these pictures. What are you gonna do, shoot me?