Every now and then, I find a picture that cries out for a caption. I have a category called Occasional Caption so that you can browse and comment to your heart’s content whenever you need to take a break or postpone that impending deadline.
Please supply a caption for this picture:
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Uhm… Why?
(((now “why” leave a caption — “why” the gnome?)))
“not” — lord, I hate fat thumbs!
“One stomp of my pointy little shoe, and that car’s history.”
…words fail me.
Paul Bunyon’s illegitimate son, Winky, spotted in upstate New York.
Instant heart attack if I pull back my shower curtain and find this guy standing there.
Dang mini-golf! I never get a hole-in-one on this elfing course!
Shouldn’t it be Gnome-Grown Golf? Then again, it’s your Gnome away from home.
“I will steal the breath from your body while you are sleeping.” That is one creepy gnome.
Golf is the only “Mini” thing around here.
Milo felt like the Big Man on Campus for once when he hung around the mini golf course…