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Pause Ponder and Pump - You Up


You know I've been gazing at this photo since Thursday and I simply can't figure out if it's the "before" or "after" shot.

Any-hoo, here are our runner-up captioners...


Body Builder Barbie - Recalled for the love of all that is holy.
Venom



Madonna's Super Bowl halftime show was kicked off by her two biggest hits.



Nobody ever looked at Gertrude in the eyes and commented on the size of her nose.



And our, ahem, "wiener" this week is a Pause Ponder and Pun aficionado from way back...



If you think that's gross, you should see the size of her penis.


Way to go moooooog. You give new meaning to hangin' with dufus this week. Congratulations.

See everyone next week!

Comments

Shawn said…
Moooooog wins and deservedly so.
nonamedufus said…
Moooooog's a master but you're not too shabby yourself.
Shawn said…
That is true. I am awesome.
nonamedufus said…
You're, aw, some what?
Quirky Loon said…
Congrats to all who had enough creativity to even think of a caption... I threw up every time I looked at it.

Now, I've lost five pounds!

HA!
nonamedufus said…
This has to be the worst example of body building I've ever seen. Why do women in particular go for this look? Weird.
meleahrebeccah said…
LOL @ Mooog.

But HOLY TERRIFYING man/lady.
nonamedufus said…
Terrifying indeed, Meleah.

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