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Pause Ponder and Pun #124


Been there, done that.

But that was years ago,

Uh- huh.

Leave a caption in the comments.

Tell your friends and family to leave a caption in the comments.

And if I recover in time we'll see you Saturday.

Comments

MalisaHargrove said…
I'm gonna leave a comment, but I'm not telling my family to leave one! If my mother saw my comments, she would wash my mouth out with soap. :(
MalisaHargrove said…
Immediately after her unsuccessful audition with the Pussycat Dolls, Catrina settled for a night of drunken catnaps.
MalisaHargrove said…
Everybody loves a wild pussy, but nobody takes her home to mama.
meleahrebeccah said…
HA! That cat is having a better time than me!
meleahrebeccah said…
AHHHAHHAHAHHAhahhaaha @Malisa!
Raymond said…
I drank so much I'm catatonic!
LOTGK said…
Al Hubbard passed out waiting for his massage from masseuse "Stayin Alive" John. He had such fondle memories of him.
quirkyloon said…
Catch scratch fever much?

HA!
little lotta said…
Too drunk to walk, PittyPay waited for the valet to bring her car.

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