Gun Range Granny Pillows

"The name's Grambo. Get of my petunias!"

Big Hank's shooting gallery.

The most fabulous Gran in the world.

'I was told you two have a love-hate relationship. Care to elaborate on that?'

'Okay, on the count of three we fight back. One. . . Two. . .'

"So, how was your day at work, Dear?"

'I don't feel at home on the range.'

"Bullets seem like overkill. What if I shot him with staples?"

"I'm using a silencer!"

All the other land having been claimed and fenced already, Jedidiah bought his own range from the big box store.

'No kidding? I didn't realize 80 is the new 20!'

'I don't feel at home on the range any more!'

"For extra protection, this one is armed with a tiny gun of its own."

'Well, yes, a little lonely, dear. But I have Mog. And my Grand Theft Auto...'

"It's that time of year when guys randomly explode."

'Wild Bill Hiccup: Would-be scourge of the Wild West...'

"Couldn't get a gun permit."

"I'd feel safer if you were an ex-marine with a gun collection."

Supernan.

My gran likes the crossword.

"I stockpiled all my guns, just in case tyranny came to America. Well, it's here!"

Granny's Old Tyme Prostitute Chocolate Chip Cookies

"Mister, can you show me how to shoot my quills?"

'I probably shouldn't sell this guy a gun.'

Battleaxe offers free advice.

"He's not moving. I think he's dead already."

'So, how was your day at work, dear?'

Grannies who lunch.

"When you said you'd give me a lift from the shops, I thought you had a car!"

'Your mother's got to carry on working as long as I live.'

'Oh, it just a little something to go hunting in.'

"Greetings, earthling. We used a complex algorithm to make sure we appeared to humankind in a form you would respect and trust."