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Pause Ponder and Pun #100



100.

Yeah.

I knew you were coming so I baked a cake!

It's the centennial of Pause Ponder and Pun this week. Imagine. A picture a week for 100 weeks. Who knew there were so many stupid pictures on the internet. And funny captions? We've certainly had our share.

I want to thank everyone for dropping by every week and making our little contest the success that it has become.

Can my readers caption? They sure can, uh, duh!

And here's another silly pic to mark the occasion. Hey why not? If it ain't broke, don't fix it.


So march right up and leave your comment.

The more we receive, the more we'll trumpet about in Saturday's results post.

See ya then.

Comments

quirkyloon said…
Ack! I think Mooooooog35 gots it again. The Pied Pedofile Piper! LOL! But I'll give it a stab.

After having eaten ten cans of beans, Rodney was ready to toot!
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
Is that Canada's version of our million man march?
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
In the US, we have the children of the corn, guess Canada has the children of the cprn
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
Horn! I meant.
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
Paul revere said,"the red coats are coming!"; guess he is blowing,"; the red kool-aid faces are coming! "
Mind of a Madman said…
"The march of the bastards"
Madge said…
Yall' stole my lines. off to think of something great..... GAAAAA
00dozo said…
Happy 100, dufus!

I wish I could come up with some type of caption for the picture to celebrate this prestigious moment, but really, I've got nothing.

;-)
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
Screech?? U have to simplify it for us, well me here in the deep south.
00dozo said…
"Newfie Screech" is basically a moonshine that was originally derived from the sediments of rum and molasses barrels during the rum running days of yore. Made in Newfoundland.

Now y'all be learned.

;-)

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