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Pause Ponder and Pun


You know, I come across some of the strangest pictures for PPP sometimes.  So much so I almost want to submit a caption myself.

But that's your job.  And good luck with that.  Let's see who can "nail" it this week.

Leave me a caption or five or six in the comments and we'll "hammer" out who wins on Saturday.

See you guys then.

Comments

CatLadyLarew said…
Nothing says "love" like making a nail sandwich out of your life partner.
CatLadyLarew said…
Oh, yeah... A little more pressure on the left! Feels so goooooood!
Moooooog35 said…
Jim misunderstood when Larry said that he really needed to 'get nailed.'
Moooooog35 said…
No matter how hard they tried to get it out, Bill couldn't fart.
Don said…
Sorry Fred. I couldn't quite make it to the toilet.
Quirkyloon said…
Shock the monkey!

I said shock it, not pin it.

hee hee
00dozo said…
Okay, Ed. I get your point! Now, get off!
00dozo said…
What one gets for leaving nails sticking out of discarded wood.
Leeuna said…
When Jon asked to have his nails done, this is not what he meant.
K A B L O O E Y said…
Bob knows his work is done when he hears the "crunch."
ReformingGeek said…
The ultimate team-building exercise.
00dozo said…
Coming this fall: "Survivor: Carpenter's Isle".
K A B L O O E Y said…
Blane bet all the guys at the bar that he was going to nail Serge this weekend...
Determined to live life outside of a plastic bubble, Frank gets some help administering his daily dose of 8,274 allergy shots.
renalfailure said…
Let's give a hand to my lovely assistant... Carl.
Tgoette said…
"OMG! You know, it's not like these nails weren't bad enough, but did you have to fart too? Talk about torture! Damn!"

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