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Pause Ponder and Pun #104

 

Nicky was always a little bent out of shape before she got her morning coffee.

Or so she tells me.

What does this picture tell you?

Let me know in the comments and we'll straighten out just who wins on Saturday.

Oh, and next week we'll feature a special pic. It's been submitted by my dear friend and former blogging pal The Screaming Me Me King.

If you want to submit a pic for our consideration, drop me a note (and the pic, of course) on Facebook or e-mail me at nonamedufus@yahoo.ca

See you guys on Saturday.

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
The girl you marry.
Moooooog35 said…
That's nothing. You should see how she flips pancakes.
Laughingmom said…
Everyman's dream barrista!
quirkyloon said…
One fart or two of sugar..erm, I mean cubes of sugar.
meleahrebeccah said…
wow. that's disturbing. I can't even speak to people before my coffee, let alone bend like that!
Nicky said…
Ok, I had a caption until I saw that first sentence! I will have you know, mon ami, that I do NOT drink coffee! Ever. Bent or unbent. :-)
Nicky said…
This is NOT why your mother told you to wear clean underwear.
00dozo said…
"I don't care what your thinking. The only thing I'll bend over backwards for is my morning coffee."
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, but Nicky, you're so damn flexible.
nonamedufus said…
Can you bend like that after your coffee?
Shawn said…
That's one strong cup of coffee!
Shawn said…
Despite years spent working at the local diner, Janie never could grasp the concept of the bottomless cup of coffee.
Mike said…
There's an old sanskrit expression for this Yoga pose and it's pronounced "WTF???"
Skeeter- www.deaddog.com said…
I guess people really do have their ass on their shoulders until they have their morning cup of joe
Vaguemax said…
The picture a minute before was stirring in the cream and sugar. It's even more impressive

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