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July 23, 2007

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #107

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here to see last week's results.

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Winner
"What, did you graduate? Get the fuck back over there." —Bouf la Tete

Finalists
"It just goes to show, you can ruin your marriage with drinking, but you can't teach a cat math." —Ed C

"I told her getting a cat is not going to solve anything." —al in la

honorable mention
"This is really boring. I'm taking you over to Vick's." —Dex

"The woman I love is here, but yet not here. What was once Kathy is now a madwoman, teaching meaningless pseudo-mathematical symbols to a stuffed animal that she has glued to a stool. It is the greatest tragedy of my life; it would have been easier if she had died. Here I sit, drinking myself blind, taking comfort in the company of a dog." —John Tabin

"Matthew Mcconaughey? I think it would go..., something like this." —dwilk

"Ah, Mr. Peabody, my esteemed colleague. Be a good boy: go into your Wayback machine and fetch me another beer. And my youth, while you're at it." —Arthur

Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

"Yeah, but we've got street smarts."

"It's no use, Doris - there is literally no way to explain how my face wound up this way."

"At first it seemed like an OK idea, but homeschooling the dog and cat is really starting to freak me out."

"Here I am, unemployed, just barely buzzed on a six-pack of lite beer, with no motivation and a wife who has clearly gone insane. Could it get any worse? ... oh great, yeah, now I'm hallucinating a dog's head on the tablecloth. Fuck."

"My face was horribly disfigured in an industrial accident and I drink to deal with the post-traumatic stress."

"No, I don't know why she can't just open your dog food cans without a quantum physics lesson."

"What I said was, 'would you shave your pussy?'; what she heard was, 'why don't you teach the cat calculus.'"

"That stuff don't mean 'sit.'"

"Hey, dog, whassup? ...By the way, your mascara is running."

"Oh my god, I'm so wasted right now. Did I ever tell you that you're a good dog? Because you are. You're my best friend. And I'm not just saying that 'cause I'm drunk. I mean it, you really are. Good dog."

"Don't worry, boy. Cats are just fascinated by the bizarre, meaningless actions of the hopelessly schizophrenic, that's all. Now, after I finish this beer, I'll take you for a walk!"

"Helen! The dog is undressing me with its eyes again!"

"Move to Tucson to be near her ailing mother, she said. Plenty of jobs for physicists and literature professors in Arizona, she said. My god, Rover, you deserve better than this."

"I'm so drunk I'll probably kick you later."

The argument for superior cat intelligence rests not on any clever tricks that cats can perform, but on the fact that cats refuse to be trained to do any kind of work and consequently live a life of leisure. But can a cat get DRUNK? I think NOT!

Now, who's my good, smart doggie?

She kicked me out after my "pi r round, not squared" joke, that's when I started living in the company break room.

"So...wanna masturbate again?"

"Get cracking, Fido, or it's Michael Vick Football Fantasy Camp for you this Summer."

"Thoughtless people think cats are smart because they sit still a lot. I know dogs are smarter because they can decide when to shit and not just where. Why you chose now I'll never know you filthy, filthy dog."

Real-Life Winner for Quakers: "They seem superior but they're working on a neutron bomb."

"That's math. It's for pussies. Literature is for us. Hounds. Class will begin just as soon as you get back here with a new six pack. Today we will wrestle metaphorically with our souls by wrestling literally with our naked, oiled bodies."

"They can dress it up all they want, it's still nothing more than insulting babytalk. Hey, Rex, what say you and me just go BUY ourselves some fucking cheeseburgers?"

"If you learn to open these cans of pet food before the cat does, I get a BJ. That's why I would like to implant a can opener in your mouth. Please indicate your consent by looking up at me with your innocent puppy dog eyes."

"I guess it's true what they say: you can't teach an old dog new math."

“Let’s try it again, Cosmo. Six beers go into a bag once, then they go into me six times!”

"Why is that we're the ones who have to wait for dinner just because that fucking cat can't figure out a simple formula?"

"Why is IT that..."

"No I am not going to throw you a stick. I am going to drink some beer and pass out. In case you hadn't noticed, you're part of the Overachiever family now, so go throw your own fucking stick."

"We still make more than they do."

"Bros and canines before hos and felines, am I right, Rover?"

"Sure, she's giving the cat special attention, but that doesn't make Stacy a whore, Harvey. (BURP) Yes, yes, I know, you are an ancient demon and I must follow your commands, blah, blah, blah. (BELCH) Okay, go fetch my .44 and I'll do it. Just turn off that damn Hall and Oates music."

"What're YOU lookin' at, bitch?"

"Actually, despite the common gender stereotype, I'm more of a cat person... which is why I'm drinking. I just can't win her affections. Anyway, I guess that makes you the odd dog out."

"So you can bark the bark. Wanna see me barf the barf?”

"I think I get why my sponsor warned me not to marry a retard."

"The woman I love is here, but yet not here. What was once Kathy is now a madwoman, teaching meaningless pseudo-mathematical symbols to a stuffed animal that she has glued to a stool. It is the greatest tragedy of my life; it would have been easier if she had died. Here I sit, drinking myself blind, taking comfort in the company of a dog."

"She's practicing for her lecture tomorrow. I think she's really nervous. Wanna beer?"

"Hey, Honey, when you're done playing teacher with the can, can you help me move the table? It's blocking the refrigerator."

Whoops, should be: "Hey, Honey, when you're done playing teacher with the cat, can you help me move the table? It's blocking the refrigerator."

Yes, I think needing to develop a proof for 'Because they can' is superfluous.

"She says I'm no better than a dog for not paying attention to her pussy."

"Math is for pussies. I just wanna pound some brewskies and chill with my bitches."

"You smell like Clamato. Or maybe that's all this Clamato."

We don't need to teach you any new math. Your talent is painting trompe l'oeil kitchens.

Once they figure out how to open an interdemensional wormhole, we'll have those little 'guests' of yours out of your GI tract in no time.

I liked it better when there was only one canister on the microwave.

"This house needs walls."

"See how she is using lines to represent concepts. That is not unlike us; that is, we are also made up of lines and represent a complex set of relationships and systems."

"I hope they fix our TV soon."

Comment: dwilk's "Wanna see me barf the barf?" is a cheap vomit joke that fails to tie together the scene's elements. It also makes me giggle uncontrollably each time I read it.

Daddy drinks because you can't even learn "sit."

"Honey, the dog's bothering me."

"My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer.
Think of Rheingold whenever you buy beer.
It's not bitter, not sweet.
It's the extra dry treat.
Won't you try extra dry Rheingold Beer?"

"Look, Milo. Our speed-stacking cups have arrived. We'll show them."

"You're wrong....she does not devote more attention to the cat."

"As soon as Elaine finishes conducting her one-kitty orchestra, you can finish showing me your proof of Riemann's hypothesis. In the meantime, stay."

Hey, mypalmike! Happiness and absurdity are inseparable.

"Lets go shit on the lawn."

"We've completely lost perspective."

Anon

"Yeah, but we're better at visualizing things in three dimensions."

"It's cat-culus."

"Yes, Sparky, we realize Timmy is trapped in a well. We're working on it, ok?"

" At least you can lick your balls."

"So now when the cat understands that the hypotenuse of dragging his ass along the living room floor creates a 30, 60, 90
right triangle, it's going to make a fuckload of difference?"

"Which pussy do you want?"

"Fucking budget cuts. Who would ever thunk they'd be putting the school house, the homeless shelter and the dog pound all under the same roof?"

"Don't worry about it, boy. Wait till you see my new bumper sticker: 'My dumb mutt can TREE your honor student.'"

Beer? I'm actually doing spore growth experiments in these agar cylinders, but thanks for your condescension. It’s because I didn’t shave, isn’t it.

"Honey, when did we get a dog?"

"Okay... I'll play doctor with you, Betty. Ahem... Nurse, do you have the results of that 'Cat Scan?' My 'Lab' work is almost finished...God I know we are doing this all wrong!"

And then I said to the genie,"I want a loyal friend, a woman with an exceptional pussy, and a never-ending supply of beer and chips."

No, honey... that wasn't me... it was... er.. the dog!

I am a good carpenter... It's just that my Straight-Edge wass fucked up.

"Yeah, well, I'd suggest your writing your Congressman. The cat did, and they ended up passing the 'No Kitty Left Behind' law.' "

"Oy, Vey."

"As a literal 'one-man focus group,' I can say with confidence that generic brand beer and generic brand potato chips beat the rest, hands down."

"I don't usually display my horribly disfigured right hand in public, but I'll make an exception in your case, 'cause you're so damned cute."

"Sorry, boy. I guess it's not much fun being
Schrödinger's dog, is it?"

"Sorry, boy. I guess it's not much fun being
Schrödinger's dog, is it?"

"So the New Yorker rejects his cartoon of the drunken guy talking to his dog, and they reject his cartoon of the schoolmarm teaching math to her cat, so Vey simply glues them together and sells it as a caption contest cartoon. Brilliant!"

Now if only the cat can teach her how to lick herself.

Go kill the cat Mr. Sniffles.

Later on, when I yell "Who wants some tuna" do NOT be the first one to run into the kitchen.

What, did you graduate? Get the fuck back over there.

Maybe they're trying to design a stool with leg supports.

"My eyes are like this because I've had six beers. What's your excuse?"

"She's her own best friend."

She forgot Newtons first law: Pussies are stupid.

"What time is it when my doggie dropout mauls your honor student? Miller time."

"You're supposed to be her guide dog. She thinks she's teaching a class of blind kids how to use a cane, and you just sit there, hoping I'll give you dinner."

Hell Chompsky, I didn't even know "Cat" HAD a written language. hic'...'nother pretzel?

Beer cans fit right into the lower part of my face? Fat lot of good that does me.

"This is the Knapsack Problem. It's known to be NP-Complete in the general case. Claire and Tiffany over there are working on a polynomial attack on a specific subset sum version."

"Let's give 'em another five minutes before we point out the unbalanced parentheses."

"Don't even think of jumping up on this table."

"The knowers here are feline."

"Sheila, I want a divorce. And no, it's not about the whole 'math for cats' thing."

"It just goes to show, you can ruin your marriage with drinking, but you can't teach a cat math."

"It's days like this I wish we didn't have to homeschool our hideously deformed son that looks like a cat."

"Look honey, both of our pets can look at stuff!"

"I just made a comment, I said 'Math is for the birds', and she's all, 'You're wrong, watch, I can teach math to the cat!' and I'm like 'That's not what I meant, you know that's not what I meant.' But now, I think she really might a thought that's what I meant."

"Matthew Mcconaughey? I think it would go..., something like this."

If I hadn't been kicked out of vet school I'd be cutting your balls off right now. Lucky for you and your classmate over there I've managed to hold on to my love of animals.

"She... removed half my brain .... transplanted it in... cat.... Please!.... dog.... For God's sake.... kill me now!!!!"

Huh-huh-huh. She said BS.

CatWomen are from Venus. Dogs like us, baby, we were born to get drunk.

You want a potato chip? Yeah, well I want to return to that young pre-dissertation minx, before she went in search of the purr-fect postulate.

Bouf la Tete: "What, did you graduate? Get the fuck back over there." Should be the winner in the real contest.

"When I married Dr. Moreau, I had not idea I'd spend the rest of my life living in her house of pain."

After you master licking your ass, that's when.

I tried teaching that damn cat greek once. We only got as far as "mu".

Ah, Mr. Peabody, my esteemed colleague. Be a good boy: go into your Wayback machine and fetch me another beer. And my youth, while you're at it.

They study fluid dynamics their (hic) way, and we [hic) study it our (hic) way.

"Honey...(hic) Did you ever notish how much the dog (hic) looks like Brian on the Family Guy Cartoons?
Oopsh..(hic) Sorry... didn't realise you were teaching the cat. (hic)"

"Okay... I taught the old dog a new trick... He fetches beer! What did you teach the old cat?"

"Yeah but in morning I'll be sober and she'll still be an unempolyed math teacher."

"Ten bucks says that cat will fit in the microwave."

"Don't worry, boy. I understand that Oscar the Cat will be making a house call real soon."

Fuck, who finished the peanut butter?

"This used to be an awesome school. Damn you, Mike Nifong."

1) It's a thongcat.

2) Cat smart, dog dumb! Woman smart, man dumb!

3) It's a thongdog.

"In response to your query....she's trying to get the cat to stop climbing the drapes...yes she's a math professor...yes, her entire environment has been
around school....might it work?....drapes=xy, my ass..."

"Don't worry, her talent tends to be overshadowed by her skittish personality. You'll be a shoe-in for the talent show as soon as you learn to drink straight from the can."

"(@#!!&%) X (@#!!&%) = @#!!&%"

"Don't you worry, Fido. The cat is stupid. I bet him in 4 out of 7 chess games last night."

"Ruth... are these facial lumps our eyes, or are we viewing the world through the little dots below them?"

"Beatrice, I am on my last beer. I have been thinking about your words earlier... "Wait till you see what I can make my pussy do." But now after looking at the chalkboard I have a feeling I will be chokin' the ol' chicken tonight, huh?!"

Sorry... should read:

"Don't you worry, Fido. The cat is stupid. I beat him in 4 out of 7 chess games last night."

Oh yeah? Well check this out. Hey Rex, who's third on the all-time home runs list? . . . Wait for it . . . (god-DAMN you, say it, SAY IT, SAY IT)

One of you bitches is gonna lick my balls. Fuck it, both of you are.

At least Rex is still fetching. HEAR THAT, BITCH?

"One more can of Mountain Dew and I think I'll be ready to go out and get the paper."

"It's a catenary formula"

"I told her getting a cat is not going to solve any thing."

"Be a good boy and let me know when my prosthetic chin arrives in the mail. Thanks."

"Fine! Go ahead and teach the cat all the math you want! It's not going to keep me from fucking your sister again."

"This is really boring. I'm taking you over to Vick's."

"Rex? Show Mr. Whiskers what happens to teacher's pet."

"I think you're barking up the wrong tree here, chief."

"Well what did you expect? We've all been quarantined in this place for five fucking years - ever since all four of us came down with that weird eyeball disease! Of course we've all gone batshit crazy!"

"Well what did you expect? We've all been quarantined in this place for five fucking years - ever since all four of us came down with that weird eyeball disease! Of course we've all gone batshit crazy!"

"Well what did you expect? We've all been quarantined in this place for five fucking years - ever since all four of us came down with that weird eyeball disease! Of course we've all gone batshit crazy!"

"Just look at them all. Does coffee really need its own button? Does popcorn? It boggles the mind."

"No begging."

"Seeing Earth from space after your second Double Diamond--that's the real 'high.'"

"Chill out, Spot. That kind of math is useless in the real world."

"Quit your bitchin', who showed you how to lick your balls?"

"

I'll tell ya one thing, Sparky, the Schrodingers can't get back from vacation soon enough for me.

Man: "Does this like pie ?" --Dog:( what's the use, i'll ask her.)

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