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Pause Ponder and Pelage



Okay this was a strange pic this week. I didn't mean to ram it down your throats folks and I feel kinda sheepish about dong so.

I think many of you were on the horns of a dilemma in coming up with a caption. Let's see what we had...

Mary had a little lamb
Which converted into an elegant love seat.
Mary is now looking for some minks



Ewes not fat; ewes fluffy.



Now u can cover your meat and your seat, with lamb skin!



And our winner this week is that well-known interior designer from Montreal, Quebec:



When good chairs go baaaaaaa-d.


Okay, Nicky! Woot. Woot. Or should I say baa, baa. You be hangin' with dufus this week. Way to go.

Wanna come over for dinner? I seem to have an abundance of lamb in my freezer this week.

Comments

Boom Boom Larew said…
That Nicky is baaaaad aaaaasss!
nonamedufus said…
I'm just not going to comment on Nicky's ass.
Nicky said…
Oh go on. Ewe know ewe want to. :-)
Boom Boom Larew said…
Nicky has thrown down the Pause, Ponder and Pun gauntlet!
nonamedufus said…
What an exhibitionist!
Nicky said…
I won? WOOOOOOOHOOOOOOO! I'd like to thank the Academy and my parents who messed me up just enough to amuse other people and my children who regularly send me a little more over the edge and my boyfriend, Jepeto, for unwittingly (in every sense of the word) providing me with fodder and my best friend Mike for intruding me to the blog world (and alcohol) and of course, the inventor of the clothes line.
Cheryl said…
I knew you were a winner as soon as I saw this on the PPP post. Great line, Nicky!
nonamedufus said…
The inventor of the clothesline? Won't Jepeto buy you a dryer?
nonamedufus said…
Oh she's a whiner alright. Oh, um, I mean winner.
Nicky said…
No, silly! The inventor of the clothesline because otherwise I couldn't be hangin' with Dufus. Instead, we'd just be standing outside with clothespins pinned to our clothes and sticking out with no purpose whatsoever and that would just be weird.
Nicky said…
Thank you Cheryl :-)
Nonamedufus said…
Oh, yeah. I should have thought. Silly me.

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