Pause Ponder and A Piggy Poitrine

No not poutine. Poitrine. That's French for breast. I'll make you guys bilingual yet. Or at least teach you the essential French words to know. You know, things like "Excusez-moi, mais vous avez poutine sur votre poitrine". You never know when your wife or girlfriend might drip poutine on their, um, poitrine, right? And how better to tell her than by using the universal language of love...and cheese curds.

This is what you get when you google "poitrine pics":

You can see how very different those are from poutine. Okay now that I've totally distracted you, or some of you perhaps, let's try to get get back to the matter at hand.

Boy, you folks are good. Determining a winner this week was extremely difficult. There were so many great captions to, what I thought was, one weird picture. I wonder if it was old MacDonald's wife? Ee-eye-ee-eye-oh. And by the way, those certainly aren't little piggies. Any-hoo, let's take a look at this week's finalists...

No. I said you would look better if you had BIG tits.

Shawn

Victoria's secret revealed.

00dozo

A loaf of bread, two jugs of swine, and thou?

Laughingmom

After this adverse reaction, the swine flu vaccine was pulled from the shelves

Skeeter

But our winner this week is an old hand at PPP and probably our most frequent winner. Welcome back to the podium Moooooog. You had what I thought was our breast caption (oops...a slip of the keyboard, there) this week.

Boobs: the other white meat.

Way to go, Moooooog. You be hangin' with dufus this week. Watchya wanna do, guy? Maybe we can order some take-out from St. Hubert BBQ. I'm gonna get some chicken nuggets. Knowing you, you'll probably want a poitrine de poulet.

Well that wraps up this week's Pause Ponder and Pun. See you again Wednesday for yet another stimulating edition of our little weekly contest.

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