Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here to see last week's results.
Winner
�Ha! That�s brilliant! Of course we�ll run it - thanks for submitting! Do you have any others?� �Deborah
Finalists
"Not another Muhammad cartoon!" �Mike Mariano
"He will die of hunger, either from lack of food or lack of mouth. Either way: funny!" �Arthur
Honorable mention
"What do you think this is, fucking Highlights?" �LK
"I know - let's have it say '93827bab30d9e66444b755dda2dcc6c0d1bac01b.' Great, we'll run on on Floonsday." �RichM
"This drawing just washed up in a bottle. My son is stranded on a deserted island and he sent this note asking for help. I don't have time for your stupid cartoon ideas now."�JohnnyB
"We're really looking for something more self-reflexive and meta. Maybe a New Glorker cartoon office on another planet?"�Dan McCoy
"I found this under your son's mattress, so, you're fired. We don't take kindly to gays."�Harry
"[Translated from the original Dryzglorian] So those are my vacation photos. By the way, do you have any idea what those strange alien symbols that someone put on my door mean?" �John Tabin
"So, Glarbfield here is a lazy, overweight ka'at who likes to eat lasagna. Where's the funny?" �mypalmike
"Klaatu barada nikto, Gort. I mean, with shit like this? Klaatu barada friggin' nikto." �kejo
"The splortnawk tree looks like it has greevitch. Fix it." �Ernest
"One cartoon on a stack of blank paper does not qualify as a weeks worth of work. You know, there was a reason why your race was enslaved." �Brian L
"Yeah ok we'll buy it. Now then, my dick ain't gonna suck itself ... " �J.D.
Editor: "This guy has no mouth, Jenkins. How does he taste?"?Jenkins: "Awful." �LR
Shortly before being vaporized for barging into Dictator Eonor's private office, Kodos realized the foolishness of assuming alien scripts are read serially from left to right. �A Silly Mus Musculus
"Zmorg, can let you in on a little secret? I secretly wish that this drawing was real and it was my wife there, dying slowly...*Long contemplation*...Zmorg, how you like to stop playing for space-peanuts and make some big anti-gravity bones?" �Grant
"I can't run something this funny next to the Funky Winkerbean where Lisa croaks. Back in the vault with it." �Chris
