Friday, August 14, 2009

Week 3 #3 - Friday Caption Fun Time!


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  1. Krazymofo73August 14, 2009 at 8:17 AM

    "SHIT! Hey Honey! Do we have any more band-aids?!"

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  2. Krazymofo73August 14, 2009 at 8:23 AM

    "I agree that the world economy is going to have to find some new ways of dealing with this whole mes--Aw dammit, look, you made me mess up!"

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  3. Krazymofo73August 14, 2009 at 8:24 AM

    When Tobin's wife asked if he could finger her later, she had no idea what she was in store for....

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  4. Bar-Now.com PontificatesAugust 14, 2009 at 9:50 AM

    If you think that's bad, you should see what he did to his penis.

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  5. Bar-Now.com PontificatesAugust 14, 2009 at 10:13 AM

    The ingredients called for 4 fingers, so he did what any chef would do. What a pro.

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  6. Rjkratky83August 14, 2009 at 12:51 PM

    George's son Trevor was def. When he was young, he was the sweetest boy, never causing trouble, signing 'i love you' or 'i'm happy' to his parents as he smiled and giggled away in his high chair. But around his tenth birthday, things started getting, well, out of hand if you will. To his parents complete dismay, Trevor began signing things like 'fuck you Dad!' and 'lick a cunt-flavored lollipop Mom!' George and his wife didn't know what to do. The signing just got worse and worse. 'Eat my dick for brunch, you shit-covered twat captain!' 'Design me a website so that I can post pictures of Mom's twat on it you retarded bitch!' Finally George had had enough. One night as Trevor lay sleeping in his bed, George snuck into his bedroom and snatched him up by his hands.
    "You aint gonna talk no mo'" George muttered as he dragged Trevor, grunting and moaning, down to the kitchen.
    "You ain't gonna talk no mo'" George muttered as he pulled a knife from the top drawer.
    Trevor moaned louder, and tried to wriggle away but unfortunately for him he was not nearly as strong as the profanity he used. The profanity he'd never use again.
    "You ain't gonna talk no mo' no mo'!!!" George screamed as he sliced off Trevor's fingers as if they were carrots.
    Trevor screamed in pain as George began working up a sweat halfway into Trevor's other hand.
    "Say Twat now, you little bastard..." George muttered as he bandaged up Trevor's hands.
    George carried Trevor, still conscious, but quiet, back up to his room, and lovingly placed him in his bed. Trevor's eyes closed as George pulled the covers over him, kissed him on the forhead, and signed 'goodnight son. I love you.'
    As the door to his bedroom slowly shut, Trevor's eyes shot open. He sat up in bed, and with all of the strength he had left, he uttered the word "t-t-t-twat!"
    Smiling, Trevor went to sleep for he knew that even though he no longer had any, he now had the upper hand.

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  7. Rjkratky83August 14, 2009 at 5:06 PM

    "Honey! When I said to give me a hand in the kitchen, that's not exactly what I meant! Aw Horse Apples!"

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  8. Rjkratky83August 14, 2009 at 5:09 PM

    "Hahaha!" laughed Pinky as he watched his brothers gt mutilated. "Finally, my short stature comes in handy!"

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  9. Rjkratky83August 14, 2009 at 5:12 PM

    "Duh, is this how you make chicken fingers?"

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  10. Rjkratky83August 14, 2009 at 5:15 PM

    ...and Emeril Lagasse never played rock paper scissors again. Bam!

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  11. ericAugust 14, 2009 at 5:22 PM

    I...I...I've failed you Sensei!!AAAAAARRRRGGGGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHH!!!!

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  12. KateAugust 15, 2009 at 9:36 AM

    Being a good cook is all about improvisation...take that Julie and Julia!

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  13. AnonymousAugust 18, 2009 at 9:00 AM

    Allen had already retired from the genital sanding business. His next journey was to be the exploration of genital slicing. He had already sanded his own genitals down to a bloody stump and therefore had to practice his new maneuver on his own hand.

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