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Pause, Ponder and Pun

This isn't what I had in mind when I said Iran's President Ahmadinejad should kiss off.

What did you have in mind?

Take your best shot at this ass is of evil. See you Saturday with a winner.

Hey and follow me on over to Kirsten's, Ettarose's and Mad-Mad Margo's for more captioning challenges. Hurry now. I didn't walk. I ran.

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
And later that same evening, President Ahmadinejad showed Ben his mighty warhead.
Moooooog35 said…
"Your breath tastes like infidels."
Me-Me King said…
It make take more than mouth-to-mouth to revive Iran's current status.
Marvin D Wilson said…
Don't hold your tongue, son. French me.

The Old Silly
Quirkyloon said…
LMBO at Moooog35 "breath infidels" caption!

That's a good one!


(to the tune of the old Dr. Pepper commercial)
"I'm Ahmadinejad, you're Ahmadinejad, wouldn't you like to kiss Ahmadinejad too?"

word veri: eablize
Don said…
When your only other option is death...
Mr. Knucklehead said…
Another reason not to let the "terrorists win". This is how they celebrate.
Skye said…
Thinking to self *I'm choking, the heimlich manouver is done with the arms around the chest, isn't it? What does he think he's going to do, suck the crap outta me?*
Phillipia said…
It's not what you think. Unless you are thinking it is the kiss of death - then it is what you think. Now go hop to that suicide mission.

And the word verification is "gentli"...so do it gentli, gentliman.
Anonymous said…
I guess "there are no gays in Iran" means they call it something else..;-)

Ms. Thirty Something
Marvin D Wilson said…
Don't hold your tongue, son. French me.

The Old Silly

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