The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #35
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.
Sorry, almost forgot to give my own lame entries:
Dammit, Boris, if you're going to pick up strange women, at least have the decency not to bring them into our home.
Shut up, Martha, everybody knows your boa constrictor is a clip-on.
OK, I can take a hint. We'll go see Snakes on a Plane.
Results after the jump
Winner
"Oh heck, it's up to your neck." Lindsay
Finalists
"You see how clean I keep everything. I'm a clean little boy. But you're a dirty girl. Dirty. Dirty things need to be cleaned up. And I'm a good boy. A good boy who cleans up after himself." Francis
"Great, you can buy a $500 reptile, but we can't afford to replace this cheap-ass IKEA furniture? I want a divorce." Patrick Broderick
Comments
"Let's not make this more difficult than it already is."
Posted by: Jim Treacher | January 9, 2006 10:00 AM
"I just thought of something - could you pick up some apples when you get the groceries? Apples and mice. Thanks."
Posted by: RichM | January 9, 2006 10:06 AM
So is this one of those instances where you just want to me to listen, or do you actually want help?
Posted by: 99 | January 9, 2006 11:25 AM
Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?
Posted by: jake | January 9, 2006 11:52 AM
"So I'll just take the five dollars you owe me out of your purse myself, then?"
"It's from Ikea. They call it the Slithihiss."
"Well, honey, you should have known something like this might happen when you cheated on me."
Posted by: Francis | January 9, 2006 12:12 PM
Somehow she knew that it wasn’t Gary’s paunch, receding hairline or inability to listen that was ruining their relationship. Ultimately, it was his small penis that would cause her to leave him.
Posted by: Tony | January 9, 2006 12:20 PM
Oh heck, it's up to your neck.
Posted by: lindsay | January 9, 2006 12:26 PM
Two things: your fear of snakes is irrational and the hour is up.
You couldn't just flaunt a pink feather boa like all the other breast cancer survivors?
(Thanks for the nod on the odd caption.)
Posted by: Amy | January 9, 2006 12:41 PM
"Fuckin' a', man."
"Of course I'd hesitate to use the word 'hug.'"
"So you were saying about the sanitary violations?"
"Ah, so that's where I left the python, thanks Gwyneth."
"I can't believe you still hang around with that guy. He's only interested in your nutrients and juices."
Predicted real life winner: "What have I told you about eating on the couch, Steve?"
Posted by: TG Gibbon | January 9, 2006 1:05 PM
"Honey, you know I can't get him back in his basket without my pungi."
"I thought I told you not to use Pledge on our glass coffeetable. Se how it streaks?"
"I swear, this wasn't what I meant when I asked if you wanted to pet my snake."
"Relax, it's not poisonous."
Posted by: Kevin Dean Nicewanger | January 9, 2006 1:16 PM
"Yes, that is James Woods' gun/hand from VIDEODROME protruding from my abdomen. This is all just a cable-induced hallucination. I'm actually smothering you with a pillow."
Posted by: The Confidence Man | January 9, 2006 2:37 PM
"Oh, that. I usually wear him on my head to hide my baldness."
"Just give him the money. Seriously."
"That's his way of saying 'Hello.' Also, 'I am going to kill and eat you.'"
Posted by: rjwhite | January 9, 2006 2:39 PM
"Wow, that's impressive! I've seen plenty of girls do the strangled-by-snake bit, but not while spinning a crazy four-pronged yoyo device with their right foot. Very nice."
"Is that a snakehead in your crotch or are you just happy to see me?"
Posted by: Vance | January 9, 2006 4:41 PM
You have a snake on you, whereas I am wearing a sweater. I like to wear sweaters if it is cold. if it is warm, I wear a tank top. Anyway, I guess what I'm saying is that I'm a simple kind of guy. A kind of guy who wears sweaters. Sweaters sweaters sweaters. The end. P.S. I love you. P.P.S. I have a bomb, and if this bus slows down to below fifty miles an hour it will explode. P.P.P.S. Um, never mind. I forgot what I was going to say
Posted by: wendy | January 9, 2006 5:19 PM
P.P.P.P.S. I'm a racist.
Posted by: wendy | January 9, 2006 5:20 PM
Turn over.
Posted by: Old Hag | January 9, 2006 5:29 PM
"MMMmmmphh! MMmmmmppghh! GGrrrfffmmm!"
Posted by: Pareene | January 9, 2006 6:05 PM
"No, that's not how the whore in Thailand did it. Not at all."
Posted by: J | January 9, 2006 6:05 PM
"So I told Larry, 'Of course not!' I mean, honestly, what did he think I was doing there? It's not as though I get paid just to -- is the casserole ready? I'll give it a couple minutes, I think. I'm starting to smell the mushrooms. Anyway, what did he think I was doing? Larry, yeah. Do I look like I just hang out there for fun? Do I? I didn't think so. No, I have a job to do. I was actually talking to James about this last week, right? You remember James? Yeah. James was there to see Elizabeth -- at the office, I mean -- but she was in a meeting, so we started talking and we actually set up a lunch the next day. That was Tuesday, I think. Wednesday. We had lunch on Wednesday, because it was rainy then. James' daughter actually just headed off to college, 'O' something, or 'C-o' something. Coburn? Does Coburn sound familiar to you? Great place though, wherever it was. Warm, and just a great school. She plays volleyball, so it's just a great place for her."
Posted by: Anno-nymous | January 9, 2006 6:37 PM
Edward Gorey would have drawn us so much better.
Posted by: jdb | January 9, 2006 6:40 PM
I am a modern man. I watch Brokeback Mountain. I use lotion after I shower. I empathize.
And I am willing to admit I am afraid of snakes.
So I think you should kill it yourself.
Posted by: j-ha | January 9, 2006 7:47 PM
Now try and climax just before you pass out.
Posted by: j-ha | January 9, 2006 7:49 PM
Well, turns out your husband wasn't in the closet after all. Good thing -- I would've freaked.
See you back at the office.
Posted by: j-ha | January 9, 2006 7:55 PM
This is so typical, I was speaking allegorically!
Posted by: Jake | January 9, 2006 8:59 PM
Ok, now you've really got me feeling inadequate.
Posted by: jake | January 9, 2006 9:03 PM
Monty, take that trash right back to the street where you found her!
Posted by: Jake | January 9, 2006 9:05 PM
#1
would you mind, from now on, if i referred to you as silly sally snake shit?
Posted by: pukebot | January 9, 2006 9:39 PM
Honey, have you seen my snake? Oh, there it is. Hiding behind your purse.
Posted by: j-ha | January 9, 2006 10:33 PM
That is one of the poorer examples of a knock-off Noguchi.
Posted by: 99 | January 9, 2006 10:35 PM
"Fire!"
Posted by: Vance | January 10, 2006 12:10 AM
(Not a caption entry) By the way, I'd just like to predict that the real life winner will be a variant of jake's "Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"
Posted by: Anno-nymous | January 10, 2006 4:13 AM
"You see how clean I keep everything. I'm a clean little boy. But you're a dirty girl. Dirty. Dirty things need to be cleaned up. And I'm a good boy. A good boy who cleans up after himself."
Posted by: Francis | January 10, 2006 7:26 AM
Pythons remind me of penises, which remind me of semen, which reminds me of swallowing, which reminds me of choking, which makes me think of you, which brings me back to pythons again. I don't quite get the last connection, but who can understand how a mind works?
Posted by: Amy | January 10, 2006 9:27 AM
"Yes. It does make you look fat."
Posted by: J | January 10, 2006 10:49 AM
"Dibs on the handbag."
(Not a contest entry) J: I submitted something rather similar to the New Yorker contest and won't be surprised if one of the final three turns out to go along these lines. No, I'm not proud.
Posted by: RichM | January 10, 2006 11:59 AM
"This is yet another example of the incompetence of the Bush administration."
Posted by: Martin | January 10, 2006 1:43 PM
Yeah, I just put it in my pocket; why, do you need it?
Posted by: scoxsmith | January 10, 2006 2:21 PM
"Are you serious? Because I cant tell. I think you're joking. Ha Ha, good one! I'm going to make myself a sandwich, want one?"
"I'd help you if I could, but my therapist told me to stop calling my penis a trouser snake and I've been doing really good too. So if you dont mind, I'd rather not put myself in the position to relapse. Ok? Thanks."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 10, 2006 3:28 PM
First of all, Marcia, that IS NOT a cobra. Cobras are venomous, and that snake is clearly some sort of constrictor, such as a boa or a python. I also disagree with your second point. I DO NOT have a tendency to dwell on insignificant distinctions while ignoring the crisis at hand.
Posted by: Chumley | January 10, 2006 3:41 PM
Now let's try speaking in tongues.
Posted by: Chumley | January 10, 2006 3:44 PM
"What the hell is that supposed to be -- some sort of fusilli costume, you crazy bastard?"
Posted by: Francis | January 10, 2006 4:03 PM
"I think he's upset that you packed his goldfish in the suitcase."
"He smells my bunny suit on you."
Posted by: The Confidence Man | January 10, 2006 4:29 PM
#1-#5
"'Help'? No, 'Help' is out. How about 'never'? Is 'never' good enough for you?"
"I can't find the mint Milano's. Did you eat them all?"
"I said EXHALE, and turn COUNTERCLOCKWISE. sheesh."
"Imagine that. A burly Peruvian with a machete at our door! I told him to buzz off."
"Um...didn't I tell you to not come here when you're menstruating?"
Posted by: wasoe | January 10, 2006 5:29 PM
Great, you can buy a $500 reptile, but we can't afford to replace this cheap-ass IKEA furniture? I want a divorce.
Posted by: Patrick Broderick | January 10, 2006 7:28 PM
you have a quizzical look on your face. if you knew what i was going to do to you it would probably be more of a terrified look... i'm just fuckin’ with ya. now lets get that snake off of you. kidding! i *am* going to torture you... naw, i’m just fuckin’ with ya. now lets get that snake off of you.
Posted by: pukebot | January 10, 2006 10:03 PM
i have to run, you may let yourself out.
Posted by: pukebot | January 10, 2006 10:31 PM
I don't care what you do, I'm not eating the apple. This place is rent controlled.
(When did you stop giving hints for the comment spam. I had to post this 4 times.)
Posted by: Charles | January 11, 2006 1:39 AM
Martha. I've got something to tell you. I'm gay. There I've said it. You don't know how good that makes me feel.
Posted by: Simon H | January 11, 2006 10:06 AM
Jesus fuck, a snake! Where the fuck did that come from? Martha? Are you okay? Hang on in there. Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit how do you kill a snake? Okay Keith, keep calm, keep calm ...
Posted by: Simon H | January 11, 2006 10:09 AM
"Can you lend me twenty bucks?"
Posted by: Vance | January 11, 2006 10:28 AM
"god you’re gorgeous. i am going to fuck the SHIT out of your corpse".
Posted by: pukebot | January 11, 2006 12:16 PM
Don't worry, he is just molten, er, I mean, *molting*. Molten -- Ha! I mean, that really would have been a pickle. All wrapped up inside a molten boa constrictor. So there's a silver lining for you. You're being killed by a snake, but a snake that feels like my old belt. Not one hot enough to melt a car.
Posted by: j-ha | January 11, 2006 12:53 PM
"Well, kids, how's that homework project go- aw, no! I knew I couldn't trust you two alone down here!"
Posted by: Vance | January 11, 2006 3:05 PM
"You have to plan things out before you take the day off. Otherwise you get all nervous worrying about what to do and all you get is grief and the whole point is to take it easy, cut loose and enjoy. Are you even trying to listen to what I'm saying?"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 11, 2006 8:21 PM
"Last week, Japanese scientists explaced- placed explosive detonators at the bottom of Lake Loch Ness to blow Nessie out of the water. Sir Curt Godfrey of the Nessie Alliance summoned the help of Scotland's local wizards to cast a protective spell over the lake and it's local residents and all those who seek for the peaceful existence of our underwater ally. You think its tax deductible if I send them a sweet cash gift?"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 11, 2006 8:33 PM
"Sorry I'm late.
I just got done taming a wild honeymoon stallion for you."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 11, 2006 8:52 PM
"Hope I'm not disturbing you, but, uh, I saw you from across the party, and, uh, I don't usually do this, but I felt compelled to tell you something. You have an absolutely breathtaking heinie. I mean, that thing is good. I want to be friends with it."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 11, 2006 8:55 PM
"I wanna say something. I'm gonna put it out there. If you like it, you can take it, if you don't, send it right back. I wanna be on you. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 11, 2006 8:56 PM
"Linda, please -- green and white after Labor Day?"
Posted by: Martin | January 12, 2006 1:25 AM
Gerald was a boring shit who liked to talk about books. Gerald was a turd.
"Paperclip in my pocket?"
--MacGyver may have been aging, but the scripts in 2006 were as fresh as ever.
"A snake is afraid of its own reflection, so just squirm over to that glass coffee table and make sure it peers into the reflective surface. I read that in a book."
Snakes and other animals live
like magnetic animals
in varmint holes and couches
in jungles
Posted by: ben | January 12, 2006 11:21 AM
"Down low...too slow"
Posted by: tito | January 12, 2006 4:20 PM
#5
I feel that this relationship is constricting me. When I try to get close, you recoil. I can’t take one more minute of you slithering around behind my back, speaking with a forked tongue. Therefore, I intend to shed you from my life. However, I will miss your hinged jaw.
Posted by: pukebot | January 12, 2006 11:02 PM
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Posted by: pukebot | January 12, 2006 11:03 PM
I got it for the same reason I got an SUV and give very firm handshakes- so everybody will know I have a big penis.
Posted by: Rabbit | January 12, 2006 11:38 PM
I got the snake to get rid of the mice. Just loosen up . . . and then he will too . . . da-dum-bum.
I'll be here all week . . . or at least until that snake kills you and then comes after me . . . hey why did I come in here in the first place?
Posted by: Mcgurk | January 13, 2006 1:43 AM
I just want you to know, despite everything, I still think you are a good person and have really grown alot from this relationship.
Posted by: jake | January 13, 2006 1:20 PM
i submitted that last one to the "real" contest
Posted by: jake | January 13, 2006 1:24 PM
"Don't worry! I looked it up on WebMD and there's absolutely no way you can get avian flu from a snake."
Posted by: Anno-nymous | January 14, 2006 4:12 AM
"Dont worry, its trained to respond to special hand gestures only I know. Just give me a minute and I'll try to remember what they are."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 14, 2006 10:51 PM
"I told you that life insurance policy wasnt a bad idea. I'm rich bitch!"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 14, 2006 10:53 PM
"Yes, I do think God is punishing you. Funny though, I always thought you'd end up dying of AIDS."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 14, 2006 11:08 PM
"I hear that their heads can pop off if you snap them like a whip."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 14, 2006 11:22 PM
"Me name Bob, me make joke, me ask snake-snake make you choke"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 14, 2006 11:34 PM
That's nothing. Wait 'til I introduce you to my trouser snake...
Posted by: Amy | January 15, 2006 10:13 AM
"Did you do something to your hair?"
Posted by: Alexander | January 15, 2006 1:13 PM
"I see you met my mother."
Posted by: sir bogus | January 15, 2006 2:14 PM
"Back in the 1940s, The New Yorker published a Charles Addams cartoon in which a woman says 'Oh, speak up, George! Stop mumbling!' to a man who has been swallowed by a giant snake. More recently, in 1999, the magazine published a Frank Cothan living room scene in which a woman says 'I believe we’ve entered the dark underbelly of pet ownership.' to a man who has a snake wrapped around his neck.' But not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that the two of us would find ourselves in a similar predicament, except that it is you, the woman, who is ensnarled by the snake and it is cartoonist Matthew Diffee who is drawing the scene as I speak!"
Posted by: David | January 15, 2006 6:01 PM
I distinctly said, "Don't go near the snake if you're menstruating." Did you listen?
Posted by: Chumley | January 15, 2006 8:07 PM
"Oh my god! What's that fucking smell???"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 15, 2006 9:11 PM
"Honey, is your friend going to stay for dinner?"
Posted by: sir bogus | January 15, 2006 9:23 PM
"why do you have a boa constrictor snake wrapped around you, hon?"
Posted by: copyranter | January 16, 2006 9:43 AM
"Oh please now Meredith, anyone who knows a thing about snakes knows that the coiling action comes after a firmly placed bite. The head of your snake is merely examing its environment which of course includes your thumb and your mid-section, and actually seems quite docile. No, I'm not buying any of this crap! Where are we anyhow?"
Posted by: robbo | May 18, 2006 9:25 PM