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The Stump Moooooog Caption Thingey

The Dufus/Me-Me set-to takes a day off today so we can run our respective caption contests. But come back tomorrow and see if Aylmer and Arizona are on the edge of armageddon.

So...Ok, guys. And you too Moooooog. Get set to make a spectacle of yourselves.

The winner will be announced Saturday. I'm really looking forward to that.

While you're waiting for that, drop by ettarose's, Mad Mad Margo's (yeah, THAT Mad Mad Margo) and Kirsten's for more caption craziness.

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
The recipient of the first 'cow eye transplant' shows off his wares.
Moooooog35 said…
Where Chinese animators get their inspiration.
Moooooog35 said…
..and that's how the convenient store ran out of Visine.
Me-Me King said…
Jiminy was pissed when the other kids nicknamed him Cricket.
Seymour always gets wide-eyed at the magic of the holiday season.
ba_hutch said…
Wow Mom. That dress DOES make your butt look big!
ba_hutch said…
ET, Phone home...
Unknown said…
Little Johnny gets his first look at a real vajay-jay.
Poindexter was thrilled with the new googly eyes Santa brought him!
Anonymous said…
"Can you see me now?"
On a very special episode of "Family Matters," Laura and Carl confront Steve Urkel about his excessive use of Crystal Meth
Moooooog35 said…
I think Jimmy's optometrist went a little overboard with the pupil dilation.
Moooooog35 said…
What I'd look like if there was a Jessica Alba sex tape.
Donnie said…
I'll eat what I want. My eyes are bigger than my stomach.
Leeuna said…
I spy with my little eye... Holy Cow!
Chris said…
When viewed through a microscope, TV's Emmanuel Lewis looks even creepier.
Chris said…
Meet Freddy, the secret love child of Tiger Woods and a mackerel.
Nooter said…
those new 'look like an american' glasses are a big hit in asian countries

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