Every entry in The New Yorker's caption contest is available on the magazine's website. There are thousands each week. I scan them and select the most inexplicable for your consideration.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Contest #318 (1/16/12)
“Excuse me Arthur . . . you do realise that we hired you on the basis of being a computer expert... you're not also a . . . erm . . . carnival performer on the side . . . . are you?”
“OUR PRODUCTION THIS MONTH HAS LAID AN RGG.”
“Oh, that’s Matilda. She handles our new sexual harassment prevention training.”
“Major Office Fowl - Intentional Grounding.”
“She’s in a ‘coop’icle.”
“Thompson still insists on doughnuts for the weekly meeting.”
“James left to take a job at Lehman. That is his replacement.”
“-Have you met the new guy . . . what a dickhead. -That would have been funny if you made a cock reference. -Damnit!”
“Jim, I have cancer.”
“Gradually through the division of labour and through increasing specialization in the 21st century, the comparative equality of certain professions was again replaced by inequality and the class system.”
“Bill, I said I needed to borrow a PEN.”
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