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.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Contest #492 (10/5/15)
"This was not my idea of 'tackle box.'"
"What role are you going to give me in your shark movie, Mr. Spielberg, now that I have joined you on the casting couch?"
"I didn't think you liked fishing rather than sex."
"you know what i'm fishing for, dave? you not being a piece of shit. and look. look at the line, dave. it's slack. you not being a piece of shit does not exist in this vicinity."
"I'd love to get my feet wet in a bubble bath."
"'Fishin', You're not catching these 'beauties' tonight, I have a Haddock!"
"OMG! We might get a girl hun!"
"Thy rod and Thy reel they comfort me."
"OK, huckleberry friend. Let's check around the bend."
"Which one of the Beatles caught a salmon? You're trying for crab?"
"I said I was a fisher OF men."
"Chips ahoy!"
"The Marvelettes were clearly mistaken."
"No, when I want you pretend to be Gavin McLeod, you can't pretend his rom-com was called 'Boatel'!"
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"Sustainability Becky. I draw the line to endure."
"For Best Results Try Flicking It With More Aggressive Wrist Action."
"THE STORK HAS GONE TO MYTH HEAVEN."
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