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Pause, Ponder and Pun


For every bear that ever there was
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Or maybe not. It all depends on your caption this week. What do you think? Leave me a comment and we'll see over which caption we can grin and bear it Saturday.

Comments

moooooog35 said…
Jimmy had no idea that Eskimos could be so filling.
CatLadyLarew said…
Three ways always wore Howard out.
Quirkyloon said…
"Upset stomach, diarrhea!" sang the spent bear.
Skye said…
Now I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day!

Anyway, my caption for this pic will have to be:

"Now son, how many times have I told you that if you lay like that for too long, eventually you'll stay that way forever!?! Does the term 'bear-skin rug' not mean ANYTHING to you? Really!"
Skye said…
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Skye said…
Sorry about that, for some reason my post came up twice, had to delete the one entry.
"I call the couch for 'da Bears game! Somebody get me an ice-cold Moosehead, would ya?"
ReformingGeek said…
"Man, I could go for a coke in this heat! Damn that Al Gore and his freakin' warming."
Once again, Charlie wallows in self-pity, wondering why Donna prefers sniffing his older brother's rectum over his own.
renalfailure said…
If you're lucky you'll catch the bipolar bear on a depressive swing, allowing for an easy escape.
moooooog35 said…
Actually, Bill really didn't feel like doing ANYTHING for a Klondike Bar.
Dreamhaven said…
Honey, you've got to see this.But first,get me a beer.
lotgk said…
Meet the RC Cola Bears,
The lesser known trio of Coca-Cola Bears.
lotgk said…
Meet the RC Cola Bears,
The lesser known trio of Coca-Cola Bears.

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