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Pause Ponder and Pun #61

I hope this pic doesn't dampen your enthusiasm this week.

Leave your caption.

Saturday it'll all come out in the wash.

Comments

ba_hutch said…
Fearing the effects of acid rain on his new vehicle, Joe tries to stay ahead of the potential damage.
ba_hutch said…
I know that every time I wash my car, it rains...but this is ridiculous.
Moooooog35 said…
Jimmy takes his OCD to a whole new level.
Anonymous said…
Wow, wet was he thinking? - G
Anonymous said…
LOL at Georgina! I don't think I can even come close to topping that one!

Another manifestation of how Bubba was permanently ear-wormed by Milli Vanilli's, "Blame It On The Rain."
00dozo said…
Joe attempts to beat Murphy at his own game.

(Really, I got nuthin'.)
;-)
Futility (n.) - trying to wash the car when you live in Seattle.
skeeter said…
This is why you never hire a divorce lawyer that moonlights as a meteorologist!! They never get shit right!
ReformingGeek said…
Lather, rinse, repeat. Mother Nature, I told you I would rinse this time. You were supposed to lather. Sheesh.
Quirkyloon said…
LOL at Georgina! I don't think I can even come close to topping that one!

Another manifestation of how Bubba was permanently ear-wormed by Milli Vanilli's, "Blame It On The Rain."

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