Rube Goldberg’s foray into genetics did not pass muster at the science convention.
Terry Gilliam’s night-time cleaning ritual.
Nobody like working in the head office.
(This is gonna be a hard one to pick.)
Making sure the new face transplant is in tip-top shape prior to surgery.
Mr. Rushmore is what they call “high maintenance”.
Give yourselves all a cheer from the Big Giant Head!
Runner’s up were
and
The winner is:
Boogie on, Doctor!
Let’s see what y’all come up with
The Bitch Is Back
“How about we scope out chicks at that new dance club on 42nd?”
“Nah, it’s full of dogs.”
I preferred it when the artist showed us playing poker.
Of all the Rin-Tin-Tin joints in all the towns in all the world, and she walks into mine.
Ruff Mitchell, we hardly knew ye.
The Paw Patrol off duty.
Who let the dogs out? No, really, who let them out?
Ah-ha-ha-ha, Staying Canine, Staying Canine! Ah-ha-ha-ha, Staying Caniiiine!
When playing competitive “Fetch” excessive celebrations are frowned upon, but the league hasn’t yet worked out how to enforce the rule.
No. DISCUS! Like Frisbee. Not DISCO!
We’ll give this one to kaylasdad99 for
You’re up! And, if you can’t find anything, ask Kayla - I’ve gotten ideas from my kids!
Sorry for the delay, all. I’m at work right now. I’ll try to find something on my lunch hour.
Okay, folks, go to town!