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jonathan, i need your help! (Everyone's Captions), Not Visiting Belgium
Everyone stared, their fear evident on their faces, as the republican party floated thoughts of running Jeb Bush for president.**yes, it's weak, but my imagination is slow getting started this morning.
"She's got eyes like saucersOh, you think she's a dish
She's the blue chip
That belongs to the big fish"
Big Sister's Clothes, Elvis Costello
Cynthia wrote:...she's the blue chip
That belongs to the big fish"
And big fish eat little fish.

Pieter Bruegel
#1607 Hans had hoped that maybe now Nikolas would finally shut up about "the one that got away." However, instead of talking about their big catch, Nikolas fixated once again on the one that got away, which in this case was a trout that sprouted legs and walked off into the woods, never to be seen again.
As Dominic, Gerald, and Keyshawn argued in the rowboat about how much they could ferry back, Mother waited patiently in the amphora to be scattered in the Danube's calm waters.
Little did Mother suspect that her remains would end up with M. Odiot, the notorious amphora fetishist.
Robert-Jacques-Francois Faust Lefevre
Realizing his trophies took up too much space on the table, Francois turned to the Ikea catalogue for storage ideas.
Jennifer's children loved to play hide-and-seek. Jennifer loved the ease with which she could find them, but also liked the quiet she gained by letting them stay hidden just a while longer.
Be careful. Some of those bathing concoctions have a powerful reducing effect.
Het Leven Geïllustreerd / Spaarnestad Fotoarchief
Beatrix and Féduce arrived at the Hellespont with about half an hour to kill before they needed to launch the invasion, so they made sandcastles and hid a sausage in Beatrix's hair for snacking later.
J9's great-grandmother uses her life preserver time machine to visit with her progeny. By the time they finished, great-grandma was the sole 1930's owner of a 2012 iPhone.
Phil wrote: "By the time they finished, great-grandma was the sole 1930's owner of a 2012 iPhone."Technology has been adopted more widely than many realize.

Ton Mooy
BunWat wrote: "Are you there God? It's me, Margaret."And me, Ethel,
and me, George,
and me, Pat...
Busy day at the phone bank.

Richard Estes
Meanwhile, back at the Monopoly guy's house, his personal minions were busy tending his lawn and checking the plants in his greenhouse:
Hugo Simberg
#1628 Having fired all of illegal immigrants who had previously been working on his lawn, Mitt Romney was forced to look even further south for cheap labor.
#1628 Non-essential gardening and landscaping staff had to be laid off at the municipal graveyard in Danse Macabre, Indiana, due to cutbacks stemming from the recent financial crisis. Long-term residents soon resolved to pitch in and lend a skeletal hand to keep the grounds looking cheerful with a rotating selection of blossoms from the on-site conservatory.
The Owl and the Pussycat were ready to sail away, when their green-trimmed loveboat was hijacked by a team of Piratical Butterflies, whose ransom demands included "some honey and plenty of money wrapped up in a five-pound note."
My picture is from the beautiful Tiger Flower, just to give full credit. Can I be in the Piratical Butterflies?
Sarah Pi wrote: "Can I be in the Piratical Butterflies?"Sure. Allow me to introduce the other members of the band.
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C. L. Hornbeam for Esquire
Following the success of The Monkees, Janice and Simon tried to catch on to the craze by founding their own band, The Belfrys. Their success was limited until new member Sarah suggested a name change to Piratical Butterflies. They never looked back.
Phil wrote: "...Janice and Simon tried to catch on to the craze by founding their own band, The Belfrys."They had batted around several other ideas before that.

Edward Gorey
#1637 Plans for Batman: The Musical went smoothly until director Julie Taymor insisted on gender-blind and age-blind casting.
#1639 No matter how much Bella flirted her wings at him, Edward would not come out of his vertical coffin.
#1639 Herman knew that flashers traditionally wore raincoats, but the fur was just too damn comfortable to resist.
It may not have shown on the outside, but inwardly Stephen was celebrating like a tween-aged girl at a Bieber concert, having just scored Batgirl's phone number.
Barnaby had the raincoat, but how soon he could reach land to flash some innocent bystander was the question.

Sean Landers

Sean Landers
Cleverly disguised as a gumball machine, R2D2 waited patiently for the Darth Maul wannabe to divulge his plans as they weathered the storm. If only he could get him monologuing!
#1644 Truly this was the Perfect Storm! Luckily, if Bozo's red lens failed, he could use his own nose bulb as a replacement.
Sarah Pi wrote: "...if Bozo's red lens failed, he could use his own nose bulb as a replacement."If he was expecting a hero's welcome at the final destination, he was badly mistaken.

Matthias Stom
Add one more shake of salt to that meal I spent hours preparing and I'll cut your damn fool head off!
"Watch out!" said the bay roan to her walking mate, carefully avoiding the brown mass under her feet. "That idiot ahead left a sidewalk surprise right here in front of us."
#1649 ...or he would have rode off in a huff if he were a better rider. Instead, he and his sedate mount plodded ever forward in the direction they had been headed in to begin with, because the horse wanted to. Hopefully his next riding lesson would cover steering.(ps Phil: ain't no bay roans in that picture)
Sarah Pi wrote: "...he and his sedate mount plodded ever forward in the direction they had been headed in to begin with..."Meanwhile, his wife impatiently awaited his return. They had company to entertain.

Gerrit Dou
#1652 The Duke had promised Brigitte a harpsichord, but for now she had to pretend to play. It did not bode well for the evening's entertainment, especially since Brigitte was notoriously tone-deaf.
Fesculla busied herself learning Schoenberg's Gravitationszentrum eigenen Sonnensystems [You are the center of gravity of your own solar system], but it was exceedingly difficult on her 3-octave laptop keyboard, especially with the endless knock-knock jokes coming from the next room.









That's clever.
Surely, it was something to behold.
Mel Brooks, director, Gerald Hirschfeld, cinematography