Pause Ponder and Periscope Eyes

I think this guy used to be a submarine commander and spent too much time peering through a periscope. He's now afflicted with that submarine captain malady known as periscope eyes. Unfortunately no amount of saying "up periscope" will fix things. Maybe he just needs some V-eye-agra.

Okay, maybe it's just me. The observation, not the picture. Although I do have an eye out for a winner.

Let's see what this week brought us, shall we.

Still better looking than Sarah Jessica Parker

moooooog

One of the rare but possible dangers of LASIK eye surgery.

Brett Minor

All in favour? OK. The "eyes" have it - that is officially gross

Laughingmom

Our winner this week is a dear friend who knows a little bit about me and my passions. Woah, woah, woah. Not my passion. That's passions with an "s". Yeah.

The tragic results of Dufus' attempt to follow the golf pro's advice

"keep your eyes on the ball"

literally.

Nicky

Ha, ha, Nicky, you've actually been reading my blog and keeping up to date on my adventures in golf land. Congratulations. You're hangin' with dufus this week. Waddaya say we traipse on over to the optical store and we can make a spectacle of ourselves?

You guys should drop by these folks' blogs. They're pretty funny people in their own write, right? And visit Nicky's blog We Work for Cheese where she and Mike have just redecorated over there. The new design is absolutely eye catching. Don't worry, though. I'm sure you won't end up like our friend up there.

Comments

Nicky said…

Ah, Pickles! What can I say? It would have been short-sighted of me not to mention your golfing misadventures... thank you, my friend! :-)

18 February 2012 at 09:40

nonamedufus said…

Way to go Cheese Chick. I could be corny, huh? But it's not my style.

18 February 2012 at 10:57

HumorSmith said…

Don't you mean cornea?

18 February 2012 at 18:13

nonamedufus said…

You got it in one.

18 February 2012 at 20:27

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