Submit the worst possible caption for this week's New Yorker cartoon. Click here for last week's results. Click here for an introduction and "rules" to this contest. Click here for amplification of those rules. Click here for contest index.
You can do better starter captions:
"Don't worry, in my other bag I packed the cat."
"Oh great, now all my underwear is soaking wet. That's your problem, you never fucking think these things through. Jesus fucking Christ."
"Ha! You are so lucky airport security didn't check your suitcase. Can you imagine how embarrassing that would have been! It is indeed a relief that more than four years after the tragic events of 9/11, it is so easy to sneak goldfish bombs onto a plane. Now that the test run was successful, you will detonate the fish on the return flight. Allahu Akbar!"
Update: Results after the jump.
Winner:
"When are they going to shit out the heroin?" �Pukebot (who was so close to being disqualified for posting too many entries. I have to read all of these myself, friend. From now on just choose your, let's say, five favorites. Thank you.)
Finalists:
"I asked Samuel L. Jackson's character, whatever his name is, to kill a bunch of college kids for this? What was I thinking?" �Francis
"That's odd. And by odd, I mean five is an odd number of fish." �Amy
