But still, ladies, how cool would it be if instead of having to carry around condoms (due to the … uh, forgetfulness, yeah, that's it … of men who have something else swamping their minds), you could instead, in an intimate moment, reach into your purse or the bedside table, and PULL OUT A RAY GUN?
"Now, now, dear, this won't hurt a bit."
(h/t: Rufus Polk)
P.S. Because Uncle Eb will be mad if that's the only picture I use, let's have equal time, and present an ad for … uh, sneakers, yeah, that's it … that just happened to appear on the same page. (Thanks, Google!)