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.
"This time tomorrow we'll be dead from dehydration."
"Five more minutes, and I get the shoe."
"Debemos apresurarnos. Pronto construir�n la pared."
Results are jumping
Winner:
"Mickey's pointing right at your withered foot! Like he can see it!" �TG Gibbon
Finalists:
"Please, sir, help me. I fell out of a helicopter and my arm is badly broken. Take my watch as a token of appreciation." �Harry
"Ah, what a great place to get away from it all on this fine 16th day of July in 1945. Yes, indeed, here at 33.675� N, 106.475� W, in the desert thirty miles southeast of Socorro, NM - it's the perfect place to spend a peaceful early morning." �mypalmike
