… I meant, they totally understand how the world works. Get your mind out of the … oh hell, there I am.

Tiny caliber.

These are all from the 40’s, by the way

That guy’s probably not going home:

Have you ever seen a sex-mad trollop on the highway? What exactly went on in the 40’s?

OK, she probably ended the escalation, though.

Next image: Not a victim, either. I’ll bet she won this conversation:

“Get out of my freaking house, you freaking pervert. NOW! Or you get it below the belt!”

Not a victim here, either.

Whys is the woman above sitting on a Wright Brothers plane? What good does that do?

Well-focused guys with guns are nice to have around, too — Very, very useful. Might want a larger caliber, though.

Oops! Babe tripped: I’ve got this.

Well, it’s not clear if he was a good guy or a bad guy — BUT, getting back to our theme, SHE WAS NOT THE VICTIM today! She walked away, to live another day, I’m assuming.

Sort of Perry Mason-like; but she has the gun and he is cowering behind her. With poison. Good luck getting the bad guy to drink that once he’s seen the label. He may die, but she won’t. She’s got Plan A.

And, almost finally . . .

What the hell is a bogus gob?

She’s not going to be the one to die here, in any case.

Jerk says to honey: “Honey, look; I may be dying. Could you move a little to your left?”

“That’s right, Pinhead; it’s Kiss of Death time … Now get out of my orange squeezey-ball room, or it’s curtains, F%#&@#!”

Heh. If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard that . . .