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.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Contest #315 (12/19/11)
"Who having the last laugh? Him or the King?"
"Amounts to so much more than hubris, Helen."
"I'm thinking dry clean only."
"Wow! There's Secaucus."
"Oh How The Literal Tables Can Turn."
"Everything is commercialized, but nothing really changes. Historically, citizens were devoured by mindless, ravaging beasts. Now corporations rule. But then I repeat myself."
"Make love to me."
"Plato's reaction after learning about the plight of Greece."
"Looks like Vietnam all over again."
"OH MY GOD! Honey I hope those tornadoes aren't headed this way."
"Imagine that giants Obama, and that person he's eating is the money we still don't have."
"Another sexless marriage gone awry."
"But it's a rescue hippo, honey!"
"Apparently Wonder Woman doesn't allow beer in the Hall of Justice."
"I could have fucked Joan Crawford... really, but I guess it's too late now."
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