Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here to see last week's results.
Winner
"Cod... sea bass... flounder... orange roughy... sex with my mother -- I mean, Arctic char..." �kejo
Finalists
"...and as a fireman, I'm totally perplexed. Shouldn't I be haunted by images of charred, coughing infants? What I wouldn't give some days to be haunted by images of charred, coughing infants! But no. Fish. Weird." � J
"What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh. What do you call a psychiatrist with no eyes. You!" [lunges at psychiatrist]��Mo Buck
Honorable mention
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No bubble is coming out from their mouths, they can't be talking. �Noland
(No one is talking. They are drowned and dead. Dead people don't talk nor do people underwater.) �Jimby
"You're right Bob, these psychiatrist's office tank ornaments are way better than that stupid treasure chest that just opened and closed, and opened and closed, with bubbles." �Adam G
"The telekinesis began when I was little. Only recently did I start using my powers to control fish." �Harry
�That is one big fucking screensaver you got here, doc!� �dwilk
"Arrr...I've smoked too much California weed." �Anonymous
"And how does that make you [i]eel[/i]?" �Jangler
