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Pause Ponder and Pun #117


This could be a picture of the Flying Wallendas before they got their act together.

I'm not sure.

How about you?

Leave a caption in the comments.

Then fly back here Saturday to see who said what. 

Comments

moooooog35 said…
Sadist frisbee.
moooooog35 said…
Jim and Bill would stop at nothing to try to get their kite out of the tree.
moooooog35 said…
At the rooftop square dance, Jim takes "swing your partner" a bit too literally.
Laughingmom said…
I think when Joe asked Bob if he wanted to go outside and "toss around some balls" he may have taken him a little too literally.
Venom said…
So help me God - I fucking WARNED you!
Quirky Loon said…
You spin me right round, baby right round, like a shot put baby!
00dozo said…
And here we see the first tribute being tossed into the arena to officially start The Hunger Games.
00dozo said…
Lost in translation: Lee Chen practices the Ham Ma throw.
Shawn said…
I said 'Pull my finger! Pull my fingerrrrr!"

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