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Pause Ponder and Pun #149


This woman's a real basket case.

What's your take.

Leave it in the comments.

Weave your way back here Saturday to see who said what.

Comments

Michael Wolfe said…
Thank God this woman doesn't have a garbage disposal.
meleahrebeccah said…
Ahahahhahah! I bet she's drunk!
Boom Boom Larew said…
The morning after the 30 Days of Photographs III challenge...
Michael Wolfe said…
Since invention, hair extension and weave technology vastly improved over time.
Michael Wolfe said…
Lady Gaga clothing line opens to mixed reviews.
Michael Wolfe said…
But on the other hand, Thomas Edison's cellphone design really blew chunks.
Michael Wolfe said…
Jules Verne, get your ass back up here and finish this book!
Michael Wolfe said…
A 'green' way to keep her from chewing the surgical scar was far simpler than anyone initially thought.
Michael Wolfe said…
But RCA went with the dog picture instead. Go figure.
Michael Wolfe said…
Still at large, authorities can only speculate as to where Oscar the Grouch will strike next.
Shawn Ohara said…
1 - I can hear the ocean!
2 - Can you hear me know?
Cheryl said…
This is another fantastic entry. I wish I was half as quick on my feet with the funny. I'm pretty sure my best quality is that I'm the perfect audience for those of you who are truly funny. Keep 'em coming, Paula. I laugh at yours every single week.
Cheryl said…
I'd never have thought of this in a million years and it's spot on except I've always pictured you in swishy dresses and pearls.
Ziva said…
You know me so well, you handsome devil.

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