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I Be Hangin' With Dufus


Welcome to the inaugural run of Pause, Ponder and Pun, our first go at awarding the I Be Hangin' With Dufus citation for the best caption. Without delay, here's this week's pic for your captioning consideration.



My take on this is: Sue certainly hadn't had this in mind when she'd asked Bob, "Light me".

What's yours?

After you've left your captions in the comments, check out my blogger buddies Soccer Mom Files, Screaming Me-Me (if she's back from holidays) and Ettarose @ Sanity On Edge this week if you're still craving a captioning fix.

And be sure to come back Saturday to see who won the very first I Be Hangin' With Dufus citation.

Comments

Skye said…
Oh Baby, Light my Fire!
Unknown said…
Sue loved her new cigarette lighter she bought off e-bay, she just did not know she would have to feed it too.
Anonymous said…
Fab Morvan, surviving member of the popular song duo Milli Vanilli, trying to make ends meet since his singing credentials were exposed in 1990.
Anonymous said…
"A good lighter is so hard to come by these days."

"Have fire breather, will light."

"My what big flames you have!"
Donnie said…
Now that I've got her attention, I'm gonna burn that babes pants off.
renalfailure said…
Be careful who you let go down on you. Be very careful.
Moooooog35 said…
Admittedly, this year's SuperBowl halftime show kinda sucked.
Moooooog35 said…
In a tragic turn of events, Linda completely forgot she was wearing her gasoline soaked sweatpants.
Moooooog35 said…
Desperate for a cigarette, but forgetting to bring her lighter..Sue quickly remembers that Leon did, in fact, eat a spicy meatball at dinner.
Moooooog35 said…
Somewhere...out there...Smokey the Bear is crying.
Winky Twinky said…
Damn baby, you said it would be !!HOT!!, but I'll just skip right to the cigarette if you don't mind...
Kate Rawlins said…
Oh - I thought you meant Jamaican Jerk bar-b-que; not a bar-b-qued jerky Jamaican!

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