Pause Ponder and Pyrotechnics in the Bedroom

Hello and welcome to that internationally acclaimed (or at least on billboards in New Jersey) interwebs caption contest Pause Ponder and Pun! That's right. I supply the picture and you supply the puns. And we had plenty of punny players this week, all with their own view of just what the heck might be going on in our picture.

I have to say I am constantly amazed at how you guys' minds work. I long ago learned not to drink anything while I'm reviewing your submissions for fear of blowing said liquid out my nose. This week we hit the mother-load of great captions so I've extended our honourable mentions a bit. Without further ado, let's get to it.

I see that look in your eye, but it's time for tai che

Madge

Ohhhhh nooooo! We are not role playing Baez and Anthony again. Nuh-uh, no way Jose.

Quirkyloon

Hold it right there! I agreed to do the players, but I am certainly not doing the water boy!

Raymond

There was a time when Bob thought Mary's obsession with Diana Ross was cute. By the sixth night of the honeymoon, he'd changed his mind.

Whitey (from *spits* COTU*)

You have to be at least as big as Kelsey Grammer to ride this ride.

LOTGK

Our winner this week pretty much owns this contest. Not a week goes by that he isn't among the honourable mentions and I think he's won our little pun phest more than anyone else. He remains true to form:

After the fart she just did, Jimmy was really in no mood for a high five.

Moooooog

Yay, Moooooog. Way to go guy. You be hangin' with dufus this week. What do ya wanna do? Oh, I know. There's this great restaurant I know that makes a mean three-bean salad. And we could get a side order of their brussel sprouts. A pickled egg or two and some beers - sounds like a rip-roaring time.

Congratulations, too, to our honourable mentions this week and a big thanks to all those who stopped by to play.

And, hey, show some blog love and click on the links to visit these guys' blogs (those that have blogs). They may be funny here but they're absolutely hilarious at home.

* Centre of the Universe

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