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Pause Ponder and Pun #83


Well.

Given the choice I guess she felt better going with Nicolas Cage rather Than "Ah-nold".

Well I guess she felt Nicolas Cage...period.

What about you?

How would you call this?

Don't be a "dummy". Leave a caption.

We'll unveil our "model" captioner Saturday.

Comments

Bryant said…
I think it's sick the way Vic grabbed Nick's dick so quick!
LOTGK said…
Hey, we're just like brother and sister.
Where the Hell do you live, in West Virginia?
LOTGK said…
Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis create a new fad that is sweeping the nation.
00dozo said…
What TSA security agents do when on vacation.
00dozo said…
What TSA security agents do when on vacation.
Cheryl P. said…
The Waxman Cometh

or

Look, mom, I caught the ball

or

I just love my job of being the quality control inspector to check how anatomically correct the wax figures are.
00dozo said…
Having observed the tourist groping all of the other statues during his visit to the museum, Nick pretends to be his own wax figure.
00dozo said…
With no immediate escape routes to avoid pubic recognition, Nick makes the unfortunate decision to portray his own wax figure.
Kalynn said…
OH. MY. GOSH. Mom! These are the pants that I want!! Do you think I will look as good as Ole Nick here?
Mike said…
"It won't let go of my hand!"

That's all I got.
kathcom said…
Nic: This hick chick's got hold of my wick!

Umm, seriously though-- I grabbed Washington's junk at Mount Vernon and stuck my tongue in the ear of a bust of Eisenhower. In my defense, they were clearly coming onto me at the time.(Also, the children who witnessed me fondling the first president learned a valuable lesson about something. They grow up so fast.)
Debbie said…
The perverted version of "Pull my finger".


I vote for Cheryl P's first caption.
Madge said…
Holy shit mamma! This can't be a true replica, he feels like a Ken doll!!!
Cheryl is all smiles as she finally gets to visit the "Face/Off" museum.
Raymond said…
Hey, someone's got my neighbour The Family Man by the family jewels or should I say that with her G-Force grab, this Big Momma has rendered Speckles speechless!
00dozo said…
"Hey, I was right!! Even in effigy, they're all stuffed with tube socks!"
Boom Boom Larew said…
The Waxman Cometh... hahahahahahahaha! I've got nutthin' after reading that!
nonamedufus said…
That's actually quite funny.
Not a submission, just a comment -- isn't that Travolta, not Arnold?
nonamedufus said…
You think so? That's a terrible likeness. Creepy.
00dozo said…
I thought it looked like Travolta, too. The suit says Arnold, the face says Travolta, I think.

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