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Pause Ponder and Propelled Pink Pumps


This was our picture this week.

And here are some of the captions you crazy guys came up with...



Not impressed? The bouncing hydraulics in front kick on automatically to Def Leppard.



The automobile strippers prefer 5:1



The vehicle 100% of NASCAR fans agree Danica should be driving



But our winner this week poked fun at a mutual blogging friend and had me laughing out loud...



Linda Medrano's bitchin' motorcycle.


Linda loves shoes, obviously, almost as much as Nicky.

Way to go Boom Boom. You be hangin' with dufus this week. Um, leave your axe at home this time, okay?


Comments

Paula Wooters said…
Alright... I'll leave the ax at home. But only if I get to have a ride in Linda Medrano's bitchin' motorcycle!
nonamedufus said…
Whew, that's cutting it close.
Linda Medrano said…
Where did you guys get the photo of my bike? I've got room for you both on the handlebars.

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