Weekend Photo Caption Contest by Dan Zimmerman | Jun 24, 2011 | 15 comments facebook twitter linkedin email Come on, pardner. Show us what you got. comments Javier E says: June 24, 2011 at 20:57 If you keep talking down to me you’ll never have kids. Reply Esteve says: June 24, 2011 at 21:10 Take yer fingers out of yer ears. She ain’t even cocked em yet! Reply MikeJ says: June 24, 2011 at 21:24 Hey buddy, you better be careful, those guns she has are louder than my pants. Reply FourGuysGuns says: June 24, 2011 at 21:35 “Alright! Alright! i’ll stop with the shirley temple bit!” Reply Buuurr says: June 24, 2011 at 21:38 Do you know where I could get some grits, Sir? Reply Patrick Carrube says: June 24, 2011 at 23:14 “NO!…. YOU dance, bi*ch!” Reply Magoo says: June 25, 2011 at 17:46 The winner by a mile. Nobody else came close. Reply Kevin McArthur says: June 24, 2011 at 23:17 Apologizes, but are you actually making fun of MY shoes? I haven’t seen high heels like those since Queen Elizabeth’s reign. And don’t get me started on my associate’s vertically-challanged king of the dead’s pant selection…. Reply Kevin McArthur says: June 24, 2011 at 23:18 (or) “Kevin Costner called; he wants his Wyatt Earp costume back…” Reply Bob H says: June 24, 2011 at 23:28 Miss, you have to believe me. I never touched your brother! Reply Brad Kozak says: June 25, 2011 at 02:24 The glass box routine? Fail. I’d shoot you, but a mime is a terrible thing to waste. Reply Aaron says: June 25, 2011 at 10:59 “I knew Rooster Cogburn once… and fella… you’re no Rooster Cogburn.” Reply racer88 says: June 25, 2011 at 11:09 You think her guns are loud? Try not taking out the garbage. THEN you’ll know what loud is! Reply CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says: June 25, 2011 at 17:34 Midget street gangs flourished in the 1920’s and 30’s. Reply CUJO THE DOG OF WAR says: June 27, 2011 at 01:28 Magoo swiftly weighed his options once confronted by the flash mob. Reply Write a Comment Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.
If you keep talking down to me you’ll never have kids.
Take yer fingers out of yer ears. She ain’t even cocked em yet!
Hey buddy, you better be careful, those guns she has are louder than my pants.
“Alright! Alright! i’ll stop with the shirley temple bit!”
Do you know where I could get some grits, Sir?
“NO!…. YOU dance, bi*ch!”
The winner by a mile. Nobody else came close.
Apologizes, but are you actually making fun of MY shoes? I haven’t seen high heels like those since Queen Elizabeth’s reign. And don’t get me started on my associate’s vertically-challanged king of the dead’s pant selection….
(or)
“Kevin Costner called; he wants his Wyatt Earp costume back…”
Miss, you have to believe me. I never touched your brother!
The glass box routine? Fail. I’d shoot you, but a mime is a terrible thing to waste.
“I knew Rooster Cogburn once… and fella… you’re no Rooster Cogburn.”
You think her guns are loud? Try not taking out the garbage. THEN you’ll know what loud is!
Midget street gangs flourished in the 1920’s and 30’s.
Magoo swiftly weighed his options once confronted by the flash mob.