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, January 30, 2012
Contest #317 (1/9/12)
"Correction when firing, toes up for GPS laser."
“As an ‘Expert Witness’ I shall apply for a waiver concerning ‘Dead Man’s Statute.’”
“Helmets? Here??”
“I THINK YOU ARE STAYING ON YOUR DIET TOO LONG.”
“So, Chalk, tell me what feelings come to mind when you hear the word ‘Expo.’”
“I ordered a phone BOOTH, not a phone bed!”
“Please be quiet for a second, I'm trying to finish this shopping list.”
“WHEN DID YOU START GETTING THIS FEELING OF NONDESCRIPT MR. AHHHHHH???”
"...And you can forget about an iPod until you get those grades up. Love, Santa."
“So how much fun do you really think he had hanging around with an orange horse and being made fun of by Eddie Murphy?”
“Let's review: you are infantile and smelly, your wife has no respect for you, and your children are tactless and blighted. In short, you are a turd.”
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