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Pause Ponder and Pun

It's that time of the week again.  I provide the pic and you provide the caption.  Don't let this opportunity go to waste.  You snooze you lose and your chance to win will go right down the crapper.




You know the drill.  Leave your captions in the comments section and feel free to leave as many as you like between now and end of day Friday.

Then come on back Saturday to see which lucky captioner will be flush with victory.

See ya then.

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Moooooog35 said…
Baby Sitting Rule #101: REMEMBER TO LATCH THE LID CLOSED.
2 June 2010 at 07:27
Moooooog35 said…
When cannibals poo.
2 June 2010 at 07:28
Donnie said…
Sorry you have to take another bath in the toilet Johnny, but mommy still can't figure out what to do with the stuff in the tub.
2 June 2010 at 07:49
http://howtobecomeacatladywithoutthecats.blogspot.com said…
Out of the crapper, the original brat was born....
2 June 2010 at 08:31
ba_hutch said…
Look at that big pile of crap...in the tub!
2 June 2010 at 09:04
ba_hutch said…
"Moooooommy...the foot plunger got stuck!!! Help me outta here and take care of your own logjam!"
2 June 2010 at 09:06
Canadian Blend said…
This is worse than New York's problem with rats coming up through the plumbing.
2 June 2010 at 10:28
Anonymous said…
No entry.

But what a clever idea! Using the tub for storage.

Hmm. I wonder if we could get away with that. Always looking for more storage space. hee hee


OMGawsh I gotta. Word Veri: pighord

I kid you NOT! hee hee
2 June 2010 at 10:47
RA said…
Bawl! Mom, pleae, don't flush, I promise to behave! I promise! Moooom!
2 June 2010 at 11:29
00dozo said…
21st Century version of the Plague of the Firstborn.
2 June 2010 at 12:31
00dozo said…
The Revenge of the Flushed Goldfish
2 June 2010 at 12:35
Chris said…
Little Jimmy felt a bit flushed.
2 June 2010 at 12:43
Chris said…
The inspiration for Harry Chapin's first draft . . .

"The kid's in the crapper and he smells like poo;

His sister just flushed and he lost his left shoe;

When can I get out, dad? I don't know when;

But you'll take a shower then, son, you know you'll take a shower then."
2 June 2010 at 12:45
Anonymous said…
I TOLD YOU NOT TO FLUSH THOSE CONDOMS DOWN THE DAMN TOLIET!!
2 June 2010 at 15:39
Ziva said…
You have to make up your mind, Timmy, up or down, because I'm closing the lid now.
2 June 2010 at 16:43
Ziva said…
*plop*

"Mommy!! Daddy dropped the baby again!"
2 June 2010 at 16:46
Ziva said…
This is probably where that guy got the inspiration for "The Human Centipede."
2 June 2010 at 16:49
renalfailure said…
Little Jimmy finds out the hard way that his real father is the Ty-D-Bol man.
2 June 2010 at 17:44
Everyday Goddess said…
i just swam up from China and boy are my arms tired.
2 June 2010 at 18:46
Jen said…
These entries are hilarious! I suck at captioning but what the hell is in the tub? Are these up and coming hoarders?
2 June 2010 at 19:06
Brian Miller said…
dady, do i have to take part in the foot washing ceremony again...
2 June 2010 at 19:26
Tom said…
i couldn't find the cell phone, but here's those Legos i threw in last week!
2 June 2010 at 19:50
Tgoette said…
But Mommy, I want to go see NEMO!!!!
2 June 2010 at 22:21
Tgoette said…
The toilet monster ate up my poo and I'm going after it!
2 June 2010 at 22:23
00dozo said…
Revenge of the Turds.
4 June 2010 at 10:00
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