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.
Considering that Anti-Caption contestants tend to jump right to sex even when the cartoon doesn't really suggest it, I'm already dreading this next batch of entries. Please, please, try to be more clever than this:
"Why do I always get the wet spot."
Results after the jump
Remember how I said I wasn't going to reward cheap sex jokes? I lied.
Winner:
"This is not what I had in mind when I wrote on my match.com profile that I liked 'snowballing.' I just meant that I like for guys to ejaculate in my mouth so I can spit it into theirs. This is sick!" �Jason
Finalists:
"Ohhh, it's so easy to judge ME and MY addictions, when you are so hooked on china white you've created this little fantasy world for yourself where cocaine falls down from the heavens. You're the one who's pathetic." �Josh
"In your face, to-do list!" �Slide
