Saturday is Caption Day

It's Picture Caption Day over at Mammasaurus and a chance to air the family album. If you are tiring of fireworks, put your mind to a suitable witticism for when I next go to visit my father. All suggestions considered!


Comments

  1. Anonymous5 November 2011 at 19:31

    Knock Knock

    Ock aye the whooooooo's there?

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  2. Anonymous5 November 2011 at 19:59

    Anna realised her mistake as soon as the door was opened. This was not her father. It was, in fact, a raving lunatic. She ran away.

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  3. Unknown6 November 2011 at 00:08

    Unless you've got my teeth, you're not coming in!

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  4. mother on the edge!!6 November 2011 at 20:04

    anyone seen my kilt????

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  5. A Little Light Work7 November 2011 at 18:01

    Who's that nibbling at my gingerbread house, och-aye the noo?

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  6. Anna Jay8 November 2011 at 21:46

    This folks is my father in law. He's a lovely man but not often sane.

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