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Pause Ponder and Pun #116



Okay, like, this guy's a real cut-up.

A little early for Hallowe'en, dontchya think?

What do you think?

Leave me a caption or two in the comments.

We'll see who among you has the edge Saturday.

Good luck.

Comments

LOTGK said…
Shamus learned quickly the results trying to steal a Leprechaun's pot of gold.
Skeeterphonics said…
Public service announcement : Kids, even though running with knives may not kill you; it will screw you up for life!
Skeeterphonics said…
Newest trick before going to prison , this is the end suitable to show!
Quirky Loon said…
Knife, knife, baby! Under pressure, my sinuses!
Mike said…
This is all wrong. You can't can't eat with two knives. He should consider replacing one of them with a fork.
Ziva said…
Mr. Gaga, putting the finishing touches on his red carpet outfit.
Laughingmom45 said…
I have no comment, just wondering how proud his mama must be. And now I can't get the earworm from Quirky's comment out of my head!!!!
Anonymous said…
Heh heh @ laughingmom. But I thought of another!

Another frustrated user of the netipot finds another solution.
Carrie_blank said…
Xander's pillow budget was enormous.

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