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Pause, Ponder and Pun

You know what to do.

We'll take a stab at picking a winner and see ya back here Saturday.

In the meantime, hook up with the caption contests at ettarose's, Kirsten's and The Screaming Me-Me's.

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
A Republican reads the new Health Care bill.
Moooooog35 said…
This is what happens when your prison shank doesn't come with instructions.
Moooooog35 said…
You can always tell when Bill's wife has her period.
ba_hutch said…
Doc, I keep getting these migraines...Yes, it's a stabbing pain, originating in my left temple...It's killing me!
Me-Me King said…
I heard Walt was going under the knife...oops!
Me-Me King said…
Surgery Fail!




word veri:ecomess
Anonymous said…
"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. When life gives you a butcher knife, make BRAINZ!"



word veri: methypol
Moooooog35 said…
Day #2 of Jim's 'stay-at-home-Dad' experiment.
Marvin D Wilson said…
"All I said to my wife was her ass was getting a little large!"

The Old Silly
As a practical joke, someone replaced Charlie's regular cutting board with one made out of Flubber.
Unknown said…
Now, just blow on the other end and see if my eyes uncross.
Unknown said…
That should read, Now just blow IN the other end and see if my eyes uncross.
So you're unhappy that I forgot to take the trash out again?
Honey, have you seen the new kitchen knife? Be careful, though, it's sharp!
renalfailure said…
The Food Network gets weirder and weirder...
Skye said…
All I said was "Burned offerings for supper AGAIN!?!" And look what it got me, just look!
COUNT SNEAKY said…
Look into my eyes. Look deeply into my eyes.
Now you will see a large knife sticking thru my head... Now pull it out and stick it up...
Marvin D Wilson said…
"All I said to my wife was her ass was getting a little large!"

The Old Silly

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