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Pause Ponder and Pun #65

Well it's been a while since we ran our little caption contest. I guess it's time we ketchup.

I hope you guys relish the pic this week. See ya Saturday with the wiener, er, winner.


Donnie said…
Lady, you've got the ketchup right, but you're way off with the mustard!
Quirkyloon said…
Will work for buns.
Oh, I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner...
Whoever can keep their thumb on their head the longest wins the Oscar Meyer weiner-mobile!
Leeuna said…
We're the dogs kids love to bite.
00dozo said…
Originally, Kim had doubts about internet dating services but exclaimed, "Unlike the ketchup, he really knows where to put the mustard!"
Janice, for one, welcomes our new giant-hotdog overlords.
Look lady, I gotta be frank with you. This relationship will never work. - G
Bluezy said…
Oh my godess! Such a big weiner! If I were you I could be President!
Margaret Cho's boyfriend, Frank, prepares to "wow" the audience with his impersonation of Mikhail Gorbachev.

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