Pause Ponder and Pun #86

Well I hate to needle you but it's that time again.

Let's see if you can inoculate folks with your humour.

I'm a big booster of you commenters, so leave a caption or two and we'll prick, er, pick a winner Saturday.

Comments

moooooog35 said…

A young Jackie Chan becomes the first recipient of China's new super-soldier serum.

29 June 2011 at 08:17

Cheryl P. said…

Ralphie's Asian counterpart......

OH FUDGE....only he didn't say fudge, he said THE WORD, the big one, the Queen Mother of dirty words, the F dash, dash, dash word

29 June 2011 at 09:31

Cheryl P. said…

OH HEO

(to get the humor of this one you have to know that heo is the Vietnamese word for pig)

29 June 2011 at 09:33

Madge said…

Whory motha of god zirra and mothla that hurts!!

29 June 2011 at 12:34

quirkyloon said…

White people think they know everything: well I'll show them, hai ya!

29 June 2011 at 13:11

Cheryl P. said…

Desperate times call for desperate poems

There once was a nurse named Belle,
Whose patient let out a big yell,
You hurt my poor arm
He said with alarm
Now you can go straight to hell

29 June 2011 at 14:05

00dozo said…

The class bully is suddenly outed as the class weenie.

29 June 2011 at 15:47

00dozo said…

Wan thought that the permission slip his parents' had signed was for a class field trip to the Ho Chi Minh Trail.

29 June 2011 at 15:48

00dozo said…

"I'd better be getting fries with that!"

(Really, I have no idea ...)

29 June 2011 at 15:52

Cheryl P. said…

I know you are seriously tired of me by now, aren't you nonamedufus????

One more then I will leave you alone...

Another poem as I am in a rhyming mood this afternoon..

There once was a little boy Puck
Who with a needle was stuck
He yelled at the nurse
and gave her a curse
He said " Ouch, what the F***

29 June 2011 at 17:06

Skeeterphonics said…

Hey, this must have been the what happened just before last weeks ppp

30 June 2011 at 05:31

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