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Pause Ponder and Pistol-Whipped


Well everyone took their best shot this week and a few of you just narrowly missed the target. Here are the guys who made it into my sights this week...

You've got me stumped.



The day the Oompa Loompas decided they weren't
gonna take Willy Wonka's shit any more.



Moooooog's small stature didn't stop him from entering
the Thanksgiving turkey shoot.



The Overcompensator fires bullets the size of soda cans
and is guaranteed to drown out the haunting memory of
everyone in high school laughing at you because you didn't
get pubes until you were 17.


But Chris@Knucklehead fired off a winner, and had me choking on my Cheerios with...




And then the little guys got drunk and played a game of Lilliputian Roulette.


Ha, ha, way to go Chris. You be hangin' with dufus! Congratulations my man.


Kudos to all who played along this week. I wish I could publish all the captions 'cause they were all so good. See everyone next Wednesday when you can take another shot at Pause Ponder and Pun.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey, thanks for the mention!
I have to agree, that gun does make that guy look like a Lilliputian. Congrats to the winner! - G
nonamedufus said…
G: Hey, welcome to the caption club!
00dozo said…
Congrats to Chris!

And congrats to all the honourees!

It seemed like most of the captions borrowed from others this week. But that's okay.
;-)
Anonymous said…
Congrats to the Knucklehead! He's got lots of brainz and good ones at that.

Let's hope the zombies don't find out!

hee hee
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: Yeah, there seemed to be a Clint Eastwood theme running through many of the captions submitted this week.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Warning acknowledged.
nonamedufus said…
Boom Boom: I loved yours too. Nor sure Moooooog did.
Chris said…
Awesome! Thanks, Dufus!

Of course, my favorite was the one dissing Moooooog, but that shouldn't come as a surprise.

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