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Pause Ponder and Pun #150 - This May Be The Last Time

150? Well that's a bit of a milestone isn't it?

Who knew when I started out with PPP we'd hit such an anniversary. And considering I didn't start numbering these things until I was well into them I've posted somewhere between 3 and 4 years of these pics for your enjoyment.

What do you think, should I continue on? Let me know.

I'm a bit anal and 150 seems like a nice rounded figure to go out on.

In the meantime, leave your caption(s) in the comments and slide on back here Saturday to see who made the grade.

This may be the last time.


moooooog35 said…
When Bill told me he was sending me a 'picture of a girl getting railed,' I was totally thinking of something different.
Shawn Ohara said…
Duf, even on the weeks where I can't think of anything, Pause Ponder and Pun is required reading. So, please keep it going.
Shawn Ohara said…
And the winner of 2013 Gatineau Stairing Contest...
Jamie Baker said…
And this is exactly why dancing Gangham Style on the stairwell is frowned upon.
jannaverse said…
Last time?!! Wait! What?


Do you mean you're considering giving up blogging, or do you simply mean you're considering an end to the caption thing?

Reasons why it would be devastating either way:

1. I still haven't won the caption thing. I haven't even gotten an
honorable mention. From what I understand, there may be some loose
correlation between this and the fact that I haven't actually been
entering. I keep meaning to fix this. Please. Give me another chance.
Help me remember. Send Mike Mills over with a satin toga and a
feather duster. No, wait... that would just distract me.

2. You're the only person who comments on my blog anymore. Except for Thursdays/Fridays, when I post that 55 thing. Without you there to
unlock the door and feed the pets now and then, my blog would degenerate into an empty creaking house occasionally inhabited by a crazy 42-year old lady who talks to feather dusters.

3. Three or four years? That's nothing. You can do more! Way more! Look at me; I've been blogging for over SIX years and I'm doing fine. Well, all except for that part about being a bizarre old chick who talks to herself in an empty creaking old house where no one comments. I try not to think about that part.

4. Actually, now that I think about it, I DID offer some captions for the
pictures awhile back. Maybe last year or something. Either you never
got them or my humor was so pathetically sub-par that I felt the need to
crawl back into my shell and resume my conversation with the feather
duster. (He's actually quite nice once you get to know him.)

5. Also, I finally figured out how to get the Disqus thing to show up. I
just have to wait about 10-15 minutes. Sometimes 20. It eventually

6. I am totally prepared to beg. Pleeeeeaassseeeee Don't Go!
nonamedufus said…
Holy crap! That was some dissertation. (Big word, huh?) I was really only talking about PPP but then have since decided to take a bit of a blogging break. I'm kinda all out of ideas and thought a bit of a rest might be in order. Don't worry, though. I'll still visit you. Someone has to feed the pets.
jannaverse said…
As long as it's a temporary (very temporary) break, I might be able to survive. Possibly. Please come back soon.

The pets like Meow Mix and Friskies.

I'm kind of in the mood for a fish sandwich.

Please don't get them mixed up.
jannaverse said…
Another option, of course, is that the pets and I could all just move into your house and live with you until you're ready to start blogging again.

You have a spare room, right?
nonamedufus said…
Filet o' Fish? I love those. I'm not so big on Meow Mix though.

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