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Pause Ponder and Pun #88

This looks like it wheely won't end well.

But nevertheless, get yourself in gear.

We'll cycle through the captions Saturday and choose our winner.

Come back then and see who gets their big brake!


Comments

Cheryl P. said…
This guy probably didn't read the manual about "How To Be a Success"

Never over-promise and under-deliver
Cheryl P. said…
Damn, you gravity!!
quirkyloon said…
Dude! Something smells funky!

HA!
00dozo said…
Evil Knievel: The Early Years
00dozo said…
The Tour deFat
Cheryl P. said…
Dick's trick is about to fall like a brick onto Vic, Mick, Nick and Rick. Rick is yelling, Dick, you are a sick Pr***
Carrie Meadows said…
I think he forgot to ride fast.
00dozo said…
Hey, dude! You're flying low!
Madge said…
Dude! You're going to land on my Junk!!!!
Madge said…
Elvis!!! I thought you were dead!
Madge said…
I drank some Kool-Aid and I woke up here! Shit!!!
Madge said…
It's a good thing I'm already a paraplegic, or this would really hurt.
Madge said…
I'll never smoke weed with Wheelie again
skeeter said…
These friends didn't know what they were agreeing to when they said they would help Mikey lose weight. I bet the dude on the end will be " Tired" after this!

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