It's time for another installment of Freakshow Friday. Where I ask my readers to come up with a caption or story for a funny photo. My best friend will be the judge and she's one hilarious freakaziod. So, bring it! Here is the week's photo, this photograph is a little somethin' special. When the hubby and I were looking at the photos from Erin's baby shower last weekend, we stumbled upon this little gem and he said "You have to use that for Freakshow Friday." I can't wait to see what y'all come up with!
Someone must have skipped school the day they taught
how babies were made.
You got a better one for me?
If so, you may just when this awesome award
and have bragging rights forever.
Oh...do I ever have an award for you!
You will win this brand spankin' new award!!
If you win then I'll linkup to your
Blog and make a big deal
about how funny you are.
Simply leave your funny caption or story
in my comments section.
The winner will be announced on Monday.
16 comments:
lmbo I got nothing but that pic is hilarious..
"Say hello to my leeetle friend!"
After Erin's due date had passed, Leigh tried an ancient and mystical technique called, "Rubbing Belly and Making Crazy Face" to induce delivery. Unfortunately, the effort was unsuccessful but it made an awesome picture for the baby album!
:)
Too cute! Looks like you guys had so much fun!
The dress maker knew, THIS mold was not the right fit. Unfortunately...Betty wet her pants.
Things got a little rowdy backstage during Tuesday's episode of Maury.
But, as it turned out... Leigh, you are the father!
Hands off the belly--For GOd's sake how many times do I have to say it--Hands off!
Pregnancy a la blue steel.
Lose the smile, Pinky. This baby gonna be fierce!
That's not how you squeeze a baby out.
Christy knew that she would soon have to break the news to her conjoined twin, Helen, that things were about to change.
It soon became apparent that though the accordion may be flat, the odor was definitely sharp.
Through her tight smile, Mary whispers, "I said smile . . . no, that's not a smile. Dammit, they're going to know something's up. Oh, crap. Did the strap break to the fake baby belly?! They'll take the gifts back and we'll never be able to exchange them at Target! Dammit! I really wanted that jar of marshmellow spread I saw in the grocery aisle, too!"
This is what we call around these here parts SEXY.
Enough is enough thought junior "I know I am the reason for the shower but I am going lead your Conga dance - nope I am not, no matter how many types of faces you pull!
Girls gone wild... the after story.
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