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Pause Ponder and Punk


Ha, ha.  A little play on words in the title.

Did you see that?

Ok, folks.  Go for it.

Leave me a caption and we'll get back to you Saturday with the winner.

Meanwhile, rock on over to Mad Mad Margo at the Screaming Me-Me (why does she always repeat herself?) where she'll challenge your caption capacity as well.

Comments

Anonymous said…
David Bowie's love children band together to promote their new reality show: Punkdashian Sisters.

HA!
Moooooog35 said…
Somewhere, out there, a father weeps uncontrollably.
Moooooog35 said…
The day I couldn't explain to my wife how a green hair was on my boxers.
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Susan, Nicole and Donna (from left) anxiously waiting backstage for their idols -- The Wiggles -- to arrive.
Me-Me King said…
QuirkyLoon and Mad Margo audition a new guitar player for their band, The Bloggettes.
Nooter said…
(from the future)
now in its 28th season, as american idol struggles more than ever to keep from losing audience share, producers introduce a new segment called 'remember when'. this week, the band 'stiff nipples' performs the golden oldie 'my tattoos ate your baby'.

judge simon cowell, appearing slumped over in his wheelchair during much of the performance, finally commented 'that sounded like a monkey dancing on broken glass. it was utterly fantastic'. he then wet himself and was wheeled offstage.
Leeuna said…
Sorry, I got nothing. I'm too busy laughing at Nooter's reference to Simon Cowell.
Buggys said…
Ponder, you are not going out with your hair like THAT!
Ziva said…
Ever since Marissa decided to wear her peacock, she has single-handedly triggered more epilepsy seizures than the Teletubbies together.
renalfailure said…
...now available for weddings, bar mitzvahs and color blindness awareness benefits.
Donnie said…
The New Girl Scouts. It's not just about the cookies anymore...
Love Don's caption!

I'm just hoping Vlad doesn't bring any of these princesses home to meet me!
Tgoette said…
Citing low ratings, producers are having to scrape the bottom of the barrel to find contestants to audition for "The Bachelor."
Tgoette said…
At last the world knew the terrible consequences of having sex with a peacock.

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