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Pause Ponder and Pipsqueak Pint Swillers


Welcome to the results post of our quasquicentennial Pause Ponder and Pun pic.

Yeah, that's right.

Quasquicentennial (trying saying that five times fast) means 125. That means we've been posting weird and wonderful pics for you to caption for 125 weeks. That's roughly 2 and a quarter years. Imagine that!

You guys have never disappointed. Every week, no matter how silly the picture, you folks come through with the most imaginative captions on the interwebs. And this week is no different.



After a tough day of potty training, it's always good to kick back and relax with a cold one.



"Hmm. I wonder what we'll look like after our quasquicentennial beer."



"What is this swill? I asked for micro-brew."



Our winner took a somewhat quirky approach to this week's pic with the following caption:

Kanye and Kim Kardashian: the early years.



"Quirky" get it? Ha, ha, Quirky took a quirky approach. Who woulda thunk? Quirks, my dear, you be hangin' with your pal dufus! Okay! Congratulations.



We can get together and swap cancer tales. Nah, that'd be too boring. How about I get the whole set of Keeping Up With the Kardashians and we can do a little marathon reality TV watching?

Maybe cancer tales might be more exciting, eh?

Anyway, congrats to Miss Quirks and thanks to everyone else for dropping by and playing this week. See you Wednesday for the next edition of Pause Ponder and Pun.

Comments

quirkyloon said…
Wow. I am honoured (the "u" is for for YOU HA!). I thought maybe, maybe, MAYBE an honorable mention.

So thank thee kind sir!

Thankee!

Cancer stories? Ugh. But I will say this: my cancer is better than yours.

HA!

Just like Moms with their kids. heh heh
nonamedufus said…
Hey, neighbo(u)r you're welcome. Well done!

Oh, and your cancer's so stupid it stayed in the grocery store for one day looking at a can of orange juice just because it said concentrate.
Cheryl said…
16 million cheers to Quirky! When I saw hers, I knew I was way out of my league. (While I think I know what a Kardashian is, I've never read or watched anything long enough to be sure.) Thanks again for the pity shout-out. I'm going to keep trying because, dammit, I'm no quitter and I want one of those badges.
Cheryl said…
When I saw your caption, I knew it was futile to even try. So I did.

I bow to your wit. And cringe at the fact that you actually know what in hell a Kardashian is. Please tell me you aren't a pop-culturist. Please?
nonamedufus said…
If you need info on the Kardashians you may be interested in tho post I wrote a while back... http://nonamedufus.blogspot.ca/2010/12/if-i-had-kim-kardashians-ass.html

Just keep telling yourself "I think I can pun, I think I can pun".
Cheryl said…
No wonder I didn't quite know what she was ~ reality TV. Never watch it or read anything about it. I prefer my fiction to be more realistic.

Dufus, here's the deal on puns. My best friend's dad was a the king of puns. I spent more time at her place than mine for years. I spent 13 years groaning and rolling my eyes until his way-too-young death in 1979. During those years we all learned not to pun because it would just get him started. That lesson stuck. Not a bad thing since I have a brother who's prone to dropping puns into almost every conversation. I'm pun-free so if I ever come up with a worthy caption it's unlikely include a pun.
nonamedufus said…
I'm with you on reality TV. I only know about the Kardashians from what I see on the interwebs. And that's more than I want to know.

King of Puns. Wasn't that an Al Yankovic song? Just kidding.
Cheryl said…
When I see anything involving high drama that's surreal, I don't even look anymore. If I don't look, maybe it isn't really there.
nonamedufus said…
I can't look. Just what is so entertaining about a train wreck?

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