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August 27, 2007

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #112

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
"This may explain the enormous, dead hooker we saw yesterday." —Matt

Finalists
"Yeah yeah, I get it -- the title 'Huge Bore' contains the critique, ha ha. But again it seems I'm the only one who'll come right out and say that Jeff Koons is just jerking off! Like the enormous sabertooth tiger with the big sad eyes and the balloon-twist tail. People still worship that thing. Literally! Remember Tina, my ex? Her cousin Leslie went off with this tribe, the Uggams, who literally worship the enormous Jeff Koons tiger, as their deity. Stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Koons, the early cave etchings had something to say, but this, this is bullshit." —B'nai tha K

"Can we fuck it?" —Harry

Honorable mention
"Honey, I shrunk the kids. And blew up this gun. And sent us thousands of years into the future. Not necessarily in that order. And fucked your sister." —dean @ t.a.m.s.y.

"I've heard of small-statured cavemen (Homo floriensis) living until quite modern times, but this is ridiculous!" —kejo

"Careful Zog! It may be a metaphor." —al in la

"I can't tell if it's an authentic Claes Oldenburg or not; the signature's been filed off." —Rubrick

"If you compare the circumference of the bullets to the circumference of the bore, it's obvious that it would be impossible to fire this revolver with any degree of accuracy whatsoever." —jim M

"I'm guessing its Cro-Magnum." —Dex

"Remember the other day when you asked me if God could create a gun that was so big that even He couldn't shoot it? I am thinking probably not, since He just killed your dad with this thing. Dude, God hates your dad." —Adam G

"Wow! We just invented the first big-ass gun!" —Ed C

"Go get the robotic camera...I can't see a dang thing." —Amy

"First we wore caveman costumes to a formal wedding. Then we ate the cake that shrank us to the size of ants. And now here we are, seeking shelter from a live volcano. What else could possibly go wrong?” —David F

"Can you imagine what the man who held this must have looked like? He'd have to be blacker than midnight!" —stavrogin

Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

I've heard of small-statured cavemen (Homo floriensis) living until quite modern times, but this is ridiculous!

Bulletman the Human Bullet? Captain Caveman here. Would you be interested in maybe a cartoon cross-over? Oh, good, good. I'll have my people contact your people.

Oh my God. I'm back. I'm home. All the time, it was....We finally really did it. You maniacs! You blew it up! Damn you! God damn you all to hell!

As the world's two last microscopic caveman, I think it is prudent to be cautious, even if it looks like a nice palce to take a nap.

As the world's two last microscopic cavemen, I think it is prudent to be cautious, even if it looks like a nice place to take a nap.

Frankly, this is not what I expected when I threw that boar femur up in the air.

"Weird... I distinctly heard a shot, yet it's the volcano that's smoking. Also, I'm incredibly small."

"Well, it's no Stonehenge."

[Guy on left talking:] "Come on, Kevin, nothing to worry about - All you have to do is get the anti-caption contest up within a reasonable amount of time. I'm sure they'll all be very forgiving."

"I'm afraid our tiny spears and bodies are no match for this giant automatic weapon. Our people are clearly doomed to be wiped off the face of the earth."

"I gotta admit, I didn't believe 'em when they said this next Beatles album was gonna be HUGE."

"I think I just pissed away my retirement investing in spear futures."

"Careful Zog! It may be a metaphor."

"If you compare the circumference of the bullets to the circumference of the bore, it's obvious that it would be impossible to fire this revolver with any degree of accuracy whatsoever."

"There's a sign on a stick in there - it says G-N-A-B."

"Come Saturday night, this will be something special."

"As charter members, I think the NRA will give us quite a deal."

This suggests a radical new theory, Og: that the revolver suns around the earth!

Oh it's big alright, Og -- a big metaphor. Of a lazy caption contest editor staring down the barrel of a deadline, who in desperation goes "caveman" for the second time in a month and hopes no one notices. Well I've got news for that editor: it's been noticed. And the readers and contestants are revolting!

"I was kinda hoping for butter."

"I think this is the gun Rock Hudson had up his ass in 'Giant.'"

Yeah, but you know, I was thinking. If he hadn't have stolen from the mob, then he never would have become a beach bum in Florida and then he never would have got picked up by the hurricane. Then if he hadn't got picked up by the hurricane he would have never hit Burton's car, and if it wasn't for hitting Burton's car, Burton would have gotten away with murder

[Dear B'nai tha K: I don't know about the readers, but the contestants are VERY revolting!]

"This is the most allegorically confused anti-gun advertisement I've ever appeared in!"

"It's very important to check that there's not a live round in the chamber."

"Thing fall from sky. Crush Zog and Zog garage. Me sad... Umm, dibs on Zog broom."

"It says PROPERTY OF EVROLET."

"I don't know what it is. Let's leave it alone - it looks harmless enough."

Wow! Those are the 5.66-mm Le Mas rounds that are "frangible" - they'll penetrate steel and other hard targets but will not pass through a human torso. Instead, they effectively explode inside a body, ravaging tissue in all directions, creating untreatable wounds. They're so COOL!"

Yes, Ug old chap, it is an unusually anachronistic find for this primitive domain, wouldn't you say? And yet I must say that I am bothered even more by the distorted proportions evidenced therein. What the hell is this thing supposed to fire -- shotgun shells? Quite!

“Crawl in and stroke her clitoris, Romulus, while I caress her hair trigger."

I think that crazy guy who was captured by the apes lives here. This seems down his alley.

Tina's here, we're getting back together.

*"Giant firestick don't kill caveman; caveman kill caveman.'

*Me now know what killed dinosaurs.

“So, Artimus, do you feel lucky?”

Yeah yeah, I get it -- the title "Huge Bore" contains the critique, ha ha. But again it seems I'm the only one who'll come right out and say that Jeff Koons is just jerking off! Like the enormous sabertooth tiger with the big sad eyes and the balloon-twist tail. People still worship that thing. Literally! Remember Tina, my ex? Her cousin Leslie went off with this tribe, the Uggams, who literally worship the enormous Jeff Koons tiger, as their deity. Stupidest thing I've ever heard of. Koons, the early cave etchings had something to say, but this, this is bullshit.

This is as dangerous as Tim H is to my punchlines!

"Do you still believe we were created??! Or do you now believe in the Big Bang Theory?!!"

"Too bad we are primative gnomes. This son-of-a-bitch could really make us powerful!"

"I am interested in it... Where do I purchase bullets for this large gun?"

"I don't know, Og... This whole senario seems fucked up!"

"The NRA has really outdone itself this time"

"Let's hide in this while the volcano erupts"

"Science Advisor: Which discovery should our wise men be pursuing, sire? Pick one............... Firearms."

"so, let me get it right. I cock the hammer, which advances the cylinder to the next round. Then, when I pull the trigger, this releases the hammer, which fires the round in the chamber. This kills the mammoth, and then we can eat. Did I get it right this time?"

"Can we fuck it?"

"Hey Owen! Wait! I'm calling 911."

OK, now I get to be the cowboy.

"Don't be silly. Guns don't kill people, volcanos kill people."

"I'm guessing its Cro-Magnum."

"You really like this thing, don't you Charlt-og Hest-og."

"If happiness is a warm gun, we're screwed. This one's cold as a glacier."

"Holy shit that's a big gun!"

"I can't tell if it's an authentic Claes Oldenburg or not; the signature's been filed off."

"Go tell the clan. This is definitive proof that God holds his piece gangsta-style."

Great misinterpretation of "the Big Bang", Cotham. My readers are going to lap this shit up. But now that I see it... you know, if you could add a friendly, pre-Flood dinosaur in the background to live alongside the cavemen, that would be perfect.

Alas! Forty miles trekking across the outback for this? When they said, "Colt .45," I had understood I would find the world's largest malt liquor here... Ah well, I can't face the world sober. Get over there and pull the trigger, would you, Leonard?

It's a starter's pistol. I guess this is the beginning of the human race.

"Looking down the barrel of a gun, son of a gun, son of a bitch, getting paid, getting rich! Ultraviolence running through my head, Fuzzy navel y'all making me see red. Rapid fire Louie like Rambo got bullets, I'm a gonna die harder like my kid Bruce Willis."

"My wife! My best friend! In the barrel of a giant gun! In prehistoric times!"

"Now if we could only find a naked giantess large enough to hold this gun, I would really be turned on right now."

"Holy smokes, the therapist from the GEICO commercial is in there holding a sign that says, I'M NOT SMARTER THAN A CAVEMAN OR A FIFTH GRADER SO PULL THE TRIGGER!"

"Don't go ballistic until we know what it is."

CSI Mesopotamia

"Mus' be campaign time again, Clem. But us Red State folk ain't votin' on no single issue...Where's he stand on fags getin' married? That's what I wanna know."

"Hey, hey, whoa, EASY there - don't take it the wrong way, I just have a wide stance, OK?"

I'd make a joke about knowing what killed the dinosaurs except for the fact that our very existences are separated by more than 65 million years. So I'm at a loss.

The two from "Johnny" above are actually JohnnyB

"Yes, Punk feel lucky. Grunk also feel lucky?"

"It says, 'If you can read this, then kiss your tiny ass goodbye.'"

"How humorous this could be if we were tiny cowboys... but I guess that's not going to happen, is it?"

"One tiny spear to the balls, and he dropped this and ran like a big sissy."

"It says, 'Live from New York, it's a Saturday Night Special.'"

"This settles it -- the gods ARE fucking crazy."

"'The gun is good. The penis is evil. The penis shoots seeds, and makes new life to poison the earth with a plague of men, as once it was. But the gun shoots death, and purifies the earth of the filth of brutals. Go forth... and kill!' All well and good, mighty Zardoz, but this gun is way too big for us to pick up. Also I'm not so keen on the diapers you want us to wear."

Finally photographic proof: Only tiny cavemen are stupid enough to go anywhere near Anne Coulter's vagina and even then it's just to hide from bears.

"Steve! Wake up! We gotta go. The volcano's rumbling and the birds are flying south. We need to leave now to get back to Tempe before the new tv season starts because we're guest-starring on 'Ghost Whisperer' returning this fall on CBS, catch it!"

"As a proctologist I've heard a lot of crazy stories about people acidentally getting things jammed up in 'em but I don't handle people jammed up in things. I'm about the ass, not the jamming. The jamming's really a small part of it. Sure, it's the part that you remember but mostly I do cancer screenings and hemerrhoids, that sort of shit, no pun intended, although I am really good at tracking animals by their scat, which, frankly, in this prehistoric milieu is more useful than my primitive cancer screening methods."

“Shelter? Hell! Think of all the liquor stores we could hold up with this fucker!”

I'm just going to look inside and hope nothing humorous happens.

"I just love it when we get to name new shit - do you think should we spell it 'c-a-l-i-b-e-r' or 'c-a-l-i-b-r-e'?"

"No, it dosn't make me believe in intelligent design. You'd have to be a fucking IDIOT to design a gun this big."

Hello? We're a couple of midgets - do you mind?

"The barrel of a giant gun is staring in my face, a volcano is erupting over my village, and another caveman is about to sodomize me from behind... I'm really having a bad day."

"SMOKING volcano, big GUN, MUSHROOMs we ate, and dark CLOUD- I smell a catch phrase for invading Iraq."

Hey asshole, the volcano is erupting! Forget about your stupid cat.

This is a much better weapon than 'dick and balls on a stick.'

Yeah yeah yeah, a gun of that caliber can go through the engine block of a truck...Why can't we talk about football and chicks like other guys?

Golf with Willie Nelson: "Damn, my drive went right in this here sewer pipe. Hand me my wedge, a joint and a lighter and I'll be out in a flash."

"Remember the other day when you asked me if God could create a gun that was so big that even He couldn't shoot it? I am thinking probably not, since He just killed your dad with this thing. Dude, God hates your dad."

"We're living in an Irwin Allen movie!!!"

"No, you were right. It's clearly a gigantic antique 1930s Enfield revolver."

"No way we hide the bodies here, they'll find them for sure."

"Look at this puzzling object, Garg. Not only is it clearly from the future, but it is also outlandishly large. If I weren't so alarmed, this could be amusing."

"Think how many spears we could make out of this thing!"

"Excellent condition, lovely patina- may I ask how much you paid for it? Well, you might be surprised to learn that, for insuance purposes, I would value it at 4,000 clams. Keep the metal parts oiled, and thanks for visiting the Roadshow."

I believe the gods have sent us a magical venison dispenser. Go push that lever, and I'll stay here and grab the venison when it comes out.

Next week on "Lost": Hurley discovers an enormous gun on the island. Inside the gun is an envelope labeled, "How to leave the island". He climbs in to retrieve it, and manages to get stuck. Sawyer and Locke find him the next day, parched and delirious. Their efforts to free him appear to be futile. The gun appears to be fully functional, and they soon face a moral dilemma.

"The gods must be crazy...and damn big."

"Oh my God. I'm back...I'm home. All the time, it was...Chuck Heston and his NRA cronies finally really did it!! You maniacs! You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God...damn you all to hell!"

"I just can't believe that Gulliver had this thing keistered the whole time."

"Maybe it WOULD be easier than climbing up a bronto's asshole, Klug. I still woudn't chance it."

"Say, Thag...Weapons of Mass Destruction more evident today?"

"Wow! Either this gun has become incredibly big, or we have somehow becme incredibly tiny! ...but that would violate the 'mass-square' law, so I bet it's just the gun that's really big. But it's hard to tell, with no other objects nearby for immediate reference, so you'll forgive my waffling a bit on this one. Also, we're cavemen."

"I don't mean to BORE, you but I thought a man of your CALIBER would want to take a SHOT at identifying this GUN object! Oh wait. Forget the last thing I said."

"Looks round to me. Yep, I'd say it's a wheel. I'll just sit here. You go around the other side and see if you can make it do whatever it does."

"Mr. Vice President? You're 10 a.m. is here. Shall I send him in?

"I dunno. We were eating the sacred berries, preparing for the hunt, and I thought I prayed for a giant gnu."

"I'm guessing whoever this belongs to dropped it and ran off when they saw the volcano erupting."

"This will look good in my garage."

"Well, your mom's hole was bigger, and I fucked that okay."

Mine is bigger.

"Wow! We just invented the first big-ass gun!"

This gun tip is delicious.

"Look! We've just discovered the unsuccessful juxtaposition of comic devices!"

"I know it's dark in there, but if you squint, you can just barely see mankind's timeless fascination with violent, phallic imagery."

Post apocalyptic cockroach census here. Could you guys please stop scurrying for a minute?

Mirror Mirror on wall, who fairest of all?

Here, kitty kitty kitty...

"Boiling hot in summer, freezing cold in winter...no, this just won't do."

"You're dirty, hairy!"

"It's a promotional piece for a future record by the Beatles."

"I've got a big gun... biggun..big one...get it?"

"Society exists to control man's base instincts toward violence. Yet a biproduct of the very progress that improves the human condition is the creation of unimaginably dangerous weapons. As man's base instincts can never be fully restrained, the progression from savagery to civilization can be metaphorically seen as a crawl down the barrel of a giant gun, which, inevitably, will go off, destroying mankind forever."

All political power emanates from this barrel, Droog.

John, Paul are you in there? Is this the Revolver album?

"No lubrication necessary- now that's what I call a 'hole.'"

Signal Annie and tell her to come get this.

Go get the robotic camera...I can't see a dang thing.

Something tells me this cave won't support life.

"After learning to control fire, Man attempts to control firearm."

"Listen, Og, go back and look in my garage for my cell phone, so I can call that motorcycle cop and have this giant gun taken care of."

"So, Grug... I have heard you tell how my spear looks like a small dildo to you, huh? Be honest... Does this make me look like I am self conscience and over-compensating?"

"Damn, we were drawn out of perspective again!"

Sorry Thor, you lost. I get to crawl in the gun to die, you've got to go the volcano.

"Me think it a GUNT!"

Lets shoot the nose face off the Sphinx.

Lets shoot the nose off the Sphinx.

The Pashtuns of Kandahar are a lovable people.

“It says ‘The end is closer than it appears.’”

I'm impressed that the barrel of this gun is hollow all the way through. You truly are the greatest sand sculptor of all time, Frank. But you're insistence on building these things in the middle of the dessert, rather than at the beach where all the competitions are held, means that your talents will never get the attention they deserve.

You know Thag, I can't help thinking that if Gary Larson had drawn this, it would be funny.

"Call me a son of a gun! Two of the real-world finalists for the recent 'robot in the hospital' caption contest are minor variations of the exact same joke. I guess that kind of thing can happen when there are only 6000 entries."

"Keep pushing honey! Keep pushing! I can see its whole head now. It looks like a boy... Well son of a gun!"

"Well...Maybe instead of making one really big one, we make millions of little ones. This way people can carry one around with them and we'll all be safer and more secure."

I know that Park Slope is expensive, but I have to crawl to get in. Can you come down to $1450?

"The guns here are obscene...ly large."

"Christ, what a pistol."

"I don't know what it is. Do you know what it is?"

"I'm on my hands and knees begin' ya--Don't Shoot"

"Then she says to the genie, 'For my third wish, make my wimpy husband a real caveman with a great big weapon.'"

Has the Society for Creative Anachronisms been invented yet? What about the NRA? Or the North American Man-Boy Love Association??! God, I'm so confused.

My guess is Giganticide. If we can just locate the corpse, the tribe can gnaw on it through the winter, with enough left over in the spring to open a cozy little roadside diner.

Am I a caveman dreaming I'm looking at a giant gun, or am I a giant gun dreaming I'm looking at a tiny caveman?

"Regardless of the local concealed carry laws, I don't think we can effectively a) carry, or b) conceal this thing."

"I appreciate your concern... but as a right-wing bible-thumping family-values conservative up for election next year, what possible harm could come from me trolling for gay sex in a public place? I'm going in."

"I am calling it that because it is the kind of hole that one may put corn into. Is this a problem for you?"

"Tell me, why is it you keep touching my foot with yours?"

Wow, you're right! The outline of the barrel is intact right up... until... here... and then the very matter of the gun vanishes into ... what? Geez, Fred, this is important. Get on your cell phone and call my assistant and have her call the Physics department. Oh, and get me the kit from the car; I want to take a sample.

What the hell are you doing in there, Radosh ... pulling your trigger?


Avon calling.


This is a great place to hold our spear club meetings?

Are you thinking what I'm thinking? :::rough caveman sex ensues:::

"What's that, floating spearhead? Take him from behind? Don't mind if I do." :::rough caveman sex ensues:::

How did this large gun from the future get here? :::rough caveman sex ensues:::

I'm going to put the "evolve" in "revolver!"

Oh, and :::rough caveman sex ensues:::

Oh no, wait, I've got it:

I'll put the "evolve" in "revolver" if you'll put the "rear" in "firearm!"

and THEN

:::rough caveman sex ensues:::

Good thing I practice safe sex!

"You are right Ug, the 3 mountains make a sillouette that looks like Sheena when she is laying down naked, face up, and her left tit is on fire.... But, hey look... a really big gun!"

There have been times when I could have really used one of these things. But I haven't seen a Mastadon around here for years.

It's not a barrel of laughs. It's not a barrel of monkeys. Color me stumped.

I've never heard it called "pistol packin" before.

"Captain, it appears to be some type of primitive fire arm, most likely dropped by an extraordinarily large black man running from the police. He may return to retrieve his weapon. I suggest we beam up."

"Due to an anomoly in the time machine, it seems to have shrunk all the organic matter - incluindg ourselves, our caveman cosutmes, our spears (even the spearheads which are carved from bone) - while not shrinking the non-organic matter (i.e., the gun)."

"I think it says B-A-N-G!"

"First we wore caveman costumes to a formal wedding. Then we ate the cake that shrank us to the size of ants. And now here we are, seeking shelter from a live volcano. What else could possibly go wrong?”

An Allegorickal Depiktion of the honorable Senator Lawrence Craig in the Stall of a Men's Washroom

"If we moved in, would we be gunmen?"

"Is anyone in there food? No? Oh, okay, sorry to wake you up. God, Zeke, hunting is tough."

"Hi, Mr Craig? Hi, Dave and Pete here, cavemen. Hey, listen, we read on the internet you need a job. How do you feel about a spitroast? Good? Okay, super."

"I may be just a simple country caveman but I read the New Yorker enough to know the looming social disaster of lax gun laws when I see it. When will Washington, Oog, when will Washington?"

"Sorry about all the rape and abuse!"

"I guess some people really ARE against the idea of our sitcom..."

"Or, y'know, we could just wait until the volcano erupts..."

"Listen! You can hear an echo."

"Hey look, Frank Cotham not get memo -- draw object absurdly large OR displace in time, not both. Cotham only get second memo say volcanos continuously erupt in olden days."

Can you imagine what the man who held this must have looked like? He'd have to be blacker than midnight!

"Just the thing to make people think I have a really, really big dick...I'll take it!"

"If the New Yorker runs one more caveman-themed caption contest, I'll fucking shoot myself."

"Honey, I shrunk the kids. And blew up this gun. And sent us thousands of years into the future. Not necessarily in that order. And fucked your sister."

"Ug. Uh mmmm agh muh gruh. Grarrrr."

No, Org, giant trilobite not in hole, it on shelf, over hole and beyond. Go get trilobite, then we have dinner.

"Careful, you don't know what it had for dinner last night."

"This may explain the enormous, dead hooker we saw yesterday."

"Gawd it takes SO long to get the winner of these caption contests!@!! Just shoot me already!"

Son of a bitch, gettin paid gettin rich.

Staring down the barrel of a pun.

I think a policeman dropped it; isn't this near where Big Og was arrested for speeding?

No, Ogg, No food in here either.

You damn dirty Charlton Hestons!

"Okay, Mr. Radosh. Come out right now and judge this freakin' caption contest before I have to go in there and club your scrawny little ass!"

Dan and Ger, amazed to see something so primitive, decided to have a closer look.

"Cro-magnon is as far as I'll go."

"Off hand I'd say it's Big Foot's."

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