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What the heck's this guy doing?

You tell me.

As many times as you like.

Check back Saturday and see who said what.

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At long last, it was time for Phillip to audition for the Blue Man Group.
ba_hutch said…
Off his meds for the first time in years left Joe feeling a little blue.
Moooooog35 said…
Say it ain't so, Papa Smurf!
Anonymous said…
HI, BILLY MAYS HERE TO INTRODUCE YOU TO THE AMAZING MIGHTY PUTTY PAINT....
After racking up a 500 million dollar tab on the first movie, James Cameron simply had to cut some corners on the production of "Avatar 2"
Anonymous said…
Ack. Ms. Larew took my idea.

*pouts*

Yes, I'm a spoiled sport that way.

hee hee

OMgawsh! Your word veri?
sadicswi
Tgoette said…
Getting ready, Jimmy reflected on how long he had been out of the dating scene. After years of loneliness, this first date with Miranda would be something memorable.
Deb said…
1. Steve always did have a reputation for painting things with a broad brush.

2. (CatLadyLarew, you shrew! Great minds think alike!) How Blue Man Group started.

3. Leave it to a man to invent Avon's new One-Stroke Face Paint.

4. The real subject of Gainsborough's famous painting, "Blue Boy".
Tgoette said…
Leon knew that if he scored well at the figure skating competition, he could go on to fame and glory. The only thing that could hold him back now was if the judges didn't like the shade of blue he had chosen.
00dozo said…
("Boom-Boom" steals all the good ideas.)
;-)

Tired of having to verify his signature all the time, Jack decides to sign everything with his face.
Senility was finally creeping up on poor Sherwin Williams.
renalfailure said…
Braveheart war paint will not draw attention away from your male pattern baldness, or the fact that your office looks like a porno set.
Chris said…
Dave promised himself that he would stare at the paintbrush until he was blue in the face.

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