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Pause Ponder and a Pin Prick

Ok. We had some very funny comments this week. In recent weeks we've reached the point where participants are making their own little "in" jokes, referring to previous posts here. Let's see if you can follow along.

Hey, this must be what happened just before last week's PPP
Skeeterphonics



The class bully is suddenly outed as the class weenie.




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



No stranger to hangin' with dufus, our winner this week decided to try her hand at verse and her fourth comment was the charm...

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***"

Congrats Cheryl, you be hangin' with dufus this week. Seeing how this long weekend marks both Canada Day and Independence Day maybe we could get together and watch the fireworks develop. Heh, heh, heh.

And congrats to our honourable mentions and my thanks to everyone who played along. See ya all next Wednesday for our next Pause Ponder and Pun.
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Cheryl P. said…
I be hangin with the dufus and celebrating with explosive contraband. (fireworks are illegal here in Kansas City for private use)

As always, I had fun and enjoyed the other dufus followers' clever lines.

Have a great holiday weekend everyone.
2 July 2011 at 09:06
Madge said…
Great job again Cheryl.
2 July 2011 at 10:45
quirkyloon said…
Ha! That poem was brilliant! Hilarious! Congrats Mx. Cheryl P. *grin*
2 July 2011 at 11:10
00dozo said…
Congrats, Cheryl! Clever limerick!

And congrats to the honourables!

Thanks for another mention, dufus. (Really, I gotta get some new material for these Saturday comments, sans exclamation marks.)

And to everyone, Happy Canada and Independence Days! Stay comfortably numb (but drink responsibly).

;-)
2 July 2011 at 16:32
nonamedufus said…
Wasn't that great?
2 July 2011 at 16:48
nonamedufus said…
These long holiday weekends are murder. My liver is killing me. Check that. I'm killing my liver.
2 July 2011 at 16:51
nonamedufus said…
Way to go Cheryl. We'll just have to imagine fireworks I guess.
2 July 2011 at 16:52
K A B L O O E Y said…
You know, I totally bought that his name was Puck and didn't even think about the rhyming setup.
3 July 2011 at 20:21
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