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Pause Ponder and Pun #66

Jump in to this week's caption contest.

Go on. Don't be afraid to make a splash.

Just remember: we don't swim in your toilet so don't pee in our pool.

See you Saturday when we come up for air.

Comments

Moooooog35 said…
Jim's time in the dry backstroke suffered terribly when he spaced on shaving his chest.
Sinking in debt, George and Sylvia sell all but their bathing caps to pay the rent.
Anonymous said…
Dang. I am empty today. The picture is horrifying. All I can think is: eeeek!

*grin*
Linda Medrano said…
Where did you get that photo of me and Alex?
Bluezy said…
Olympic Hopefuls from the little known Northern island of Hoono wear their caps everywhere to get psyched up for the competition. At a hotel room party friends are taking bet on it Marty will puke or Ellen will pass out.
Bluezy said…
taking bets on If correction above
Malisa said…
Tom had convinced Babs that going down was an Olympic event.
Malisa said…
Babs was having trouble in her new job as a product tester for Big Stud Masculine Hygiene Spray.
Nicky said…
Gertrude and Arnold failed to convince the IOC that unsynchronized swimming should be added to the list of Olympic sports.

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