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October 6, 2008

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #164

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

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First place
"Leave if you must, but I won't be responsible for the safety of your tin can collection." —Mark

Second place
"But Margaret, think of the kids! The ones all these goats ate." —J

Third place
"Yeah? Well at least THE GOATS didn't eat a whole fucking quart of Haagen Dazs, you fat cunt." —Trotman

Honorable mention
A "normal" American atheist home —Benj

"...But I didn't fuck ALL the goats!" —Cpt. A. Clown

"Hey, what's in the bag? Let me guess ... your hopes and dreams chewed up and soiled by my depravity and existential incompetence? I bet you thought I was gonna say 'a goat', huh?" —Jimby

"Yes, they all laughed at me at the Academy. They said a goat would never be 'successfully' cloned. And when I cloned the goat, they said it would never be housebroken. All right, so one out of two. But the important thing is... HEY-where are you going? My goat anecdote is not done! And what's in that bag? Dear Lord, my secret goat cloning papers! Gertie, Gus, Giselle, Gustave, Guillarme, Gladys, Galway, Portnoy... STOP her!" —Mort drucker

"Hey, can you pick up another goat while you're out?" —John Tabin

"Fine, you were right. Mothballs get rid of moths but goat balls don't do jack shit about goats." —Max

"Awwww. You're leaving before I got a chance to explain why i have all these goats! My logic will be interesting, thoughtful and well argued." —Charles

"What? Bush isn't running for a third term? What the hell am I going to do with all these pet goats? Maybe Obama will want them. Muslims eat goats, right?" —therblig

[Plumber, walking out door, speaking...] "I've got to go out to my van to get a bigger auger. The goat shit in your upstairs toilet is backed up for 20 feet." —mypalmike

"Trust me, you'll eventually get used to the smell. I was talking to the goats!" —Roger Kaputnik

"I know bein' new it's kinda hard to stand, Miss, but there's more goats than this outside, and kinda the point of Purgatory is to learn to accept, I'm told. So just stay put like me and you'll be on to your eternal reward in not too much time I hope, unless you can't stop fuckin' 'em neither."

(This cartoon illustrates the fact that Purgatory is simply a place where you are challenged to tolerate huge numbers of goats, and also to avoid the temptation of attempting sexual conquest of your soft, trusting co-inhabitants in the plane of absolute judgment. While the majority of mildly sinful souls arrive in this realm of limbo after death and are glad to find themselves unlicked by flame and Satan, nearly all of them fail to realize the possibly of progression to heaven.) —Barth


Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

“What? It’s just sex.”

“Um, can you please get some more goat traps while you’re out?”

“In retrospect, a goldfish might have made more sense.”

“I bought the goats to catch the dogs. I bought the dogs to catch the cats. I bought the cats to catch the birds. I bought the birds to catch the spiders. Wait, where are you going?”

So you're dumpin' me? Why, what d'I do?

Real Caption (to get it over with): "But I thought you wanted kids."

"Of course I sprayed. You don't see any ibexes, do you?"

"If you're going to be hypersensitive, maybe you shouldn't wear overalls."

"Leave if you must, but I won't be responsible for the safety of your tin can collection."

"But Margaret, think of the kids! The ones all these goats ate."

"But Mary! Our baby will need a father!"

"Hey, close the door! We don't live in a barn!"

"If you can stop by the library on the way home, will you check and see if these things have any natural predators?"

-Hey, what's in the bag? Let me guess ... your hopes and dreams chewed up and soiled by my depravity and existential incompetence? I bet you thought I was gonna say 'a goat', huh?

-"Go fuck ewe-r self!" Heh-heh, good one, Mr. Rammy.

-I'm haunted by the feces of my victims.

-Bye. Have fun at softball practice. Don't forget your lunch.

- Sorry for the confusion, it's not a tupperware party, its a tupp-a-wear party. That's where the goats mount you while you still have your underwear on.

I guess I finally got yours.

I was joking. The Rolling Stones aren't really coming for dinner.

"Please don't be so angry -- I'm sorry my ad was unclear. I'm sure you'll find a position as a nanny very soon."

"We have goats the way most people have mice."

"And cheese. Don't forget the cheese."

"I just can't help it, they're so nice and soft. Soft, soft, soft - just like everything here in pencil-drawn world. Aahhhhh. Soft."

Ewe'll be baaaaaack . . .

"Was it the goatee?"

"Say, honey, do you hear a soft 'me-eh-ehhh-ing' sound? And, do you smell a kind of, um, barnyard odor? I may be blind, but I am pretty sure we have goats in here somewhere. Here, get off my lap so I can check."

"What!? You said I owed you 8 bucks!"

"Gosh that's a big bag. I know you're on the rag, but do you really need that many tampons?"

"Happy birthday two ewes- ha ha."

I can get another job! How was I supposed to know everyone was bringing a parrot on 'Bring Your Pet to Work Day? And I didn't even know goats ate parrots?

"Just tell me why. Is it because of all of the goats?"

Oh, and NOW you have a problem with being married to your brother?

Fine! More chevre for me.

"Get your ass back here! 'Goatkakke 5: Goats in Paradise' isn't going to tape itself!"

You'll never be happy unless you release the anger inside you. That's why I release mine inside goats.

"Cow!"

Will you stay if I promise to stop fucking them?

"Some marriages follow the reverse traditional model, with the female as the primary breadwinner and the male taking more of a supportive role."

"And make sure the fucking eggs you get are free-range!"

"You may get the house, you may get the car, but you'll NEVER get my goat"

"Hey, can you pick up another goat while you're out?"

"Hey, don't leave! You know I'm trying to get a real farm, but my credit is bad and it's hard to get a subprime mortgage these days!"

"Go on, now, go. Walk out the door. I will survive -- I will survive!"

What did you expect, marrying someone named "Gruff"?

"You're just pissed off about what they did to your brother under the bridge."

"Fine, you were right. Mothballs get rid of moths but goat balls don't do jack shit about goats."

"OK. OK. I apologize. I shouldn't have made that 'lipstick on a pig' comment."

"Hugh Hefner's girls don't complain. Why should you?"

"Where did you get the idea I had seven boats?"

"That's not going to fit in the overhead compartment."

"Alright, you go talk to the rabbi."

I'm sorry I called your mother a cunt.

"Fuck you, you chinless dyke."

"But you said it would spice up our marriage if I bought us a billy club."

"Come back here! I'll start using the Rogaine tomorrow! Happy?!?"

"Take the kid out of the purse and step away from that door with your hands up!"

"You know NOTHING of animal husbandry! Get out!"

"...and shearing scissors. And pick up some more snack books for them. And don't forget the chili."

"I don't think running as 'Michelle Bloomstein' is gonna fool anybody into giving you a third term."

Hey, they're the gay ones, not me.

"What can I tell you ?! That ad was supposed to read 'handsome GOAT-getter' !

"Things could be a lot worse. For example, in 1921 Aleister Crowley forced his mistress to fuck a goat and then slit its throat at the moment of orgasm."

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be revealed...and then they start dancing. I'm tellin' you honey, "The Kashmir Goats" will kill at Branson. But I can't do it without you.

"Please don't leave me."

Okay, so it's true. I Mickey Kaus do blow goats. I said I didn't just to maintain my contrarian bona fides. That's my schtick. I mean the contrarianism not the goat blowing which is my passion.

"What? Is it the goats? It's the goats, isn't it."

"When you said 'Alpaca bag and leave you' I thought you were just making a pun."

"I don't understand! You said you were into mountin' goats!"

"If you don't want group sex, how about a threesome?"

"Hey! Where are you going?! You expect me to fuck all these goats by myself?!"

"Because their anus is tighter, that's why."

"Well, Albee! The goat IS Sylvia!!"

"You are one uptight transvestite."

...But I didn't fuck ALL the goats!

Awwww. You're leaving before I got a chance to explain why i have all these goats! My logic will be interesting, thoughtful and well argued.

What? Bush isn't running for a third term? What the hell am I going to do with all these pet goats? Maybe Obama will want them. Muslims eat goats, right?

"Please come back, Mary. I promise I'll stop eating the furniture."

"Close the door on your way out"

"If you have another goat-bag, I think this one behind my chair is dead too."

"eHarmony fucks me again. Later, bestiality prude!"

"....Roll, Navy, down the field, And SINK the Army, SINK the Army grey ! N...A...V...Y , Gooooo Navy !"

"Take my sheep. Please."

"Are the goats still screaming, Clareeeese?"

Stop dressing like a damn farmer and I'll stop buying goats.

You forgot your lamp.

"Nanny na na. Nanny na na. Nanny na na...goood-bye."

"My lap is soaked with acrid piss."

"But....but, but I have no herding instincts!"

"Old MacDonald HAD a wife."

[Plumber, walking out door, speaking...] "I've got to go out to my van to get a bigger auger. The goat shit in your upstairs toilet is backed up for 20 feet."

"Could you at least leave that reupholster's number?"

"So yeah, I fed them all that frigin' HOUSE BEAUTIFUL crap ! Snob Martha Stewart wannabe ,you ! Make me sick...with your damn Wine and Cheese 'gatherings'. Yeah, 'gatherings' ! ..So get out, go on !"

"And don't you be coming back here on no 'eight goat night', neither ! ...Yeah, go on, freeze, 'Baby', FREEEEEZZZE !"

"There she goes, Daisy. Maybe one day, I'll figure out the complexities of the female soul - the facets of their personalities which stay locked away, looking for a companion with the right set of keys. Men far smarter than I have written about them for centuries, and yet we all come to a common conclusion: there is no solving the riddle that is woman. Oh well. Let's go hump on the toilet."

Trust me, you'll eventually get used to the smell. I was talking to the goats!

"Have fun playing racquetball. I'll just sit here and, uh... keep an eye on the goats."

"Leaving already? Maybe you Cubs fans shouldn't fuck with tradition."

"And for another thing, the kid brother and his wife have them a house-dog the size of a frigin' bull...til you can't get it out the frigin' door ! ...But, yeah, get out, go on."

"Nuh uh ! Said 'side-burned'! 'Side-burned and goated' ! Not no stupid 'goateed'. ..You frigin' dyslexic ?"

"There you go again ! Sigmund blah blah Freud castration blah blah anxiety blah overcompen blah sation blah blah ! ...Knew it was a mistake, getting you an education."

"By a 9-0 vote, the bathroom expansion project is approved."

"You are 'daunted by the fracas of our living'? ....Why ?"

"Don't bring back any more goats."

"Mulva?"

"Could you stop at the library and pick up the 'Billy Goats Gruff' bok again?"

"How can you be tired of Goat's Head Soup?"

(Um, help me out here. I thought it was all agreed no one would mention about 'Bush' and 'pet goats' any longer. ...Because if not,I have been unfairly restricting myself.)

So I love having sex with goats. Really- is that so wrong?

It's still nicer than your mother's house.

Go ahead- walk out on me, bitch. You'll be sorry when I turn up dead.

Wait, come baaaa-ck. Or is that a sheep? Oh, just get the hell out of here.

You said we would stay together until the kids are grown. And butchered. And sauteed with onions.

"Good luck on 'America's Next Top Model'- say hi to Tyra for me. You know you've got NO chance!"

"No, I very clearly explained in my letter of proposal, Ludmilya, how I lived in a 'goated community' - G-O-A-T-E-D ! ....Well, I can't say I wasn't warned about 'Russky' chicks."

"Go ahead, move in with Raymond- everybody loves him. But I'm Peter Boyle, dammit!"

"Effing 'Billy' ! Looks out least mention of 'ass'! 'Nice Ass' - 'Nice Grass', there's a difference, fool !"

"Yeah? Well at least THE GOATS didn't eat a whole fucking quart of Haagen Dazs, you fat cunt."

"Help! My furniture is being ravaged by goats!"

"Actually, the one on the top right is a statue."

"His name is Nibbles and he's just adorable! Why he doesn't eat more than a cup of food every da- where are you going?"

"So you're leaving me because of the goats shitting? Well the joke's on you; enjoy your sandwich today, you fat cankle-having bitch."

"True, voting for McCain or any Republican is a vote against my economic interests and very survival. But I am ruled by garden variety racism and could never vote for a negro Muslim homosexual terrorist communist. Also I fuck goats and love Jesus."

"Put yourself in my shoes, after all, I'm always putting myself in your...you know."

"Ya just can't git over the fact we're jest po whatt trash, now, kin ya!"

(whispering to goat) "Ginger, sweetie, why don't you go give mama a little goin' away present on that big fat ass of her's?"

"Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and goat; egg bacon and goat; egg bacon sausage and goat; goat bacon sausage and goat; goat egg goat goat bacon and goat; goat sausage goat goat bacon goat tomato and goat . . ."

"I'd run after you, throw myself at your feet, grab hold of your ankles, and beg you to stay, but it would mean disturbing Daisy, and she just got comfortable."

Piss and shit? Who cares? Yeah, that's right. Goat teats beat anything you have to offer any day of the week, so just keep on walking.

"Don't worry, boys, she'll be back. She always comes back."

"OK, I should've taken Billy to the vet a long time ago. But I still think you want to emasculate me."

Go if you have to, but please don't call the cops! No one understands the love between a man and his goat-harem.

"Good thing there's no black people here to see this."

"Some day we'll look back on all this and laugh--or we would if these were GIANT GOATS. That's always funny."

Take the books. I don't have time to read anymore.

"Hey, Heidi! Aren't you forgettin' somethin'?"

"This one opposes a woman's right to choose. His name is Billy Graham."

"Go ahead, leave! I'm gonna tell all the neighbors about your dick!"

When I said you were looser than a goat's vagina, I was speaking metaphorically!

I might have a weird goat fetish, but at least I don't carry my GIGANTIC butt-plug around in a duffle bag!

"I thought lesbians liked goats."

"You can't just leave me with all these kids to feed!"

"Yeah ?! Well, you'd be flatulent, too, on foam-cushioning !"


It's a dithyrambic diorama I've created, something completely "trag-ditional,"
and yet, like totally "kunstemporaneous"..

O, The Tragedy!


(weakly) Hey, uh, You really need to ask before you take my giant hot-dog tote to the Gabrito brothel, Mistress Zelda..

"God-damned robbers ! I ain't sure it'd be cheaper to feed all these bastards than 'taxi' 'em ! ...'Ben' better come out good as 'Hortense', see !"

"Hell yeah, you 'box-lunch', bitch-- price BEEF what it is !"


As key comrades of the new TOTAL ZOOPHILIC BOLSHEVISM,
I thought we might add a kind of urban rusticism connecting
our dream of a worker's Utopia with the mythic Arcadian idyll of the
ancient shepherd folk..
What's your DEAL, Martha?

"Yes, they all laughed at me at the Academy. They said a goat would never be 'successfully' cloned. And when I cloned the goat, they said it would never be housebroken. All right, so one out of two. But the important thing is... HEY-where are you going? My goat anecdote is not done! And what's in that bag? Dear Lord, my secret goat cloning papers! Gertie, Gus, Giselle, Gustave, Guillarme, Gladys, Galway, Portnoy... STOP her!"

"Yeah, now that frigin' Republicanism has been so totally absolutely discredited back til Lincoln, those 'bastids' will all be looking for themselves a new mascot, new symbolism. ...And just who you think gonna be there with just the thing, just the 'effing' animal to say 'forth 'n multiply' ? ..Sell like hotcakes ! ...Frigin' 'republics' !"

"Oh alright, I'll change them to reptiles in the painting."

"I can't believe the Cubs lost again."

"There's twelve of them. And if you're done passing judgment and using my bathroom, feel free to fuck right off, Avon Lady."

You know I've always wanted a satyr! Come on, be glad I'm not asking you to birth a centaur.

"Thank you for dropping by, Daniel. You will always be welcome here. ...Bleat 'goat-bye' to Daniel, 'the Andes Goat-Boy', kids."

Every sperm is sacred.

"O.K., I'm a 'PETERAST' ! That makes me worse than a Republican ?!"

"Buzz off, bitch ! That's my last 're-cycle'!"

"If you must know, she makes me laugh."

"There you go, blaming it on goats again ! I'll have you know cows, sheep, hogs...and rabbits, yes, rabbits, may all be carriers of syphilis !"

"Thank you, and if I have any more problems with my goat-dispenser, I'll be sure to give you a call."

"You know what, go ahead and quit. The George Carlin Home for Unwanted Goats doesn't need a maintenance woman anyway."

"Hey, I'm not the one who insisted on buying furniture made from grass and recycled tin cans!"

“Okay. Fine. McCain did a GREAT job last night.”

"I got a wife and kids! (Lenny always laughs when I say that!)"

"Don't let the screen door hit you on your way out!"

"Baby come Baaaack... You can blame it all on me!"

...But I told you, I'll let you felch!

"No, YOU'RE gay!"

If I cared about you at all, I wouldn't have all these goats in the house in the first place. At the very least, I should be upset you are leaving or concerned enough to try to stop you, but I really don't care. In fact, once you are gone, I will not even think about you or recall a single experience, good or bad, that we had together. When you walk out that door, you cease to exist. So, yes, you are right to leave.

What- you've never heard of animal husbandry? Gay, polygamous, animal husbandry.

Just see if you can find anyone else who will love you, you chinless cross-dressing bitch.

"I still love you. I always have. I'll never stop."

"Hey, there a book missing off the book shelf ! What's the idea ?! You making off with one my books, now ain't you, woman ? Jesus F. Christ you making off with the bible ! ....Stop !

(Obviously, this is a scene from the next freecreditreport.com commercial)
The song:
"They say a person's home
is certainly his castle,
so why is mine all full of goats
and I violate their assholes?
It's all because some hacker
stole my identity.
So now my house is full of goats
for bestiality.
Should have gone to freecreditreport.com...." (you know the rest)

"What's in the bag?"

"Okay, okay, I'll get a vasectomy."

"one of your damned goats is sitting on my lap again."

"Oops. I didn't realize my barn door was open."

"You ain't got a goats of a chance without me, Linda Lou! ...Linda Lou???"

"COME stay with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon-HEY- the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers.. where you goin'?
Melodious birds sing--aw, crap. Aw, man..."

"Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little lamb, who made thee?
-DON'T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE ASS-
Dost thou know who made thee?"

"Jimmy, Lola, Bert, Raquel, Cindylou, and Big Steve all got they goat suits on. I'm gettin' my goat suit on. Lookit Ms. Uptighty, can't get her goat suit on!"

"'Sic transit gloria mundi' and a hey-diddle-diddle."

"Human/goat centaurs are the most practical solution to the mid-east conflict, and if you're too blind to see that, well I for one feel sorry for you."

"Deuteronomy says it's okay as long as we don't boil a kid in its mother's milk--I'm good with that, what's your problem?"

"Know ye not that a little leaven leaveneth the whole lump? Purge ye out therefor the leaven and you shall be a new lump in the--are you even listening to me?"

"But Weinstein here is Jewish!"

"The way you wear your coat,
The way you sip your tea,
The way you butcher goats --
No, no! They can't take that away from me!"

You can't leave me! They haven't learned to take a bottle yet!

"Who you gonna call? Goatsbusters!"

"How about if we try dusting the furniture with cayenne pepper?"

"But when you said, "It's either them or me", I didn't realize you were talking about the goats!"

@Eusless Tilley - Did you misremember "five" as "ten"? It's five, and the above is a good illustration why.

"That a damn rotten thing to say, woman ! Just recall: Farm boys wild to couple With anything with soft-wooded trees With mounds of earth, with mounds of pine-straw, will keep themselves off Animals by legends of their own --namely, that of 'The Sheep-Child' ! Yeah, James Dickey, you ignorant two-bit high-school dropout !"

"I think it's presumptuous to assume the damage to our environment is goat-made."

"Okay, okay, if you stay, I will stop bleating you."

"Of all the goat joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you walk outta mine."

Um, before you leave, would you mind if check your duffel? I would hate to see you nabbed for goat smauggling.

" 'I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained; I stand and look at them long and long. They do not sweat and whine about their condition; They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins; THEY DO NOT MAKE ME SICK DISCUSSING THEIR DUTY TO GOD ; Not one is dissatisfied ; not one is demented with the mania of owning things'.......like John and Cindy McCain."

" 'Buy GOLD', was that it ?"

"Here's looking at you, kid-do !"

"Temper, temper, woman ! A second, I could be calling you 'Hothead McCain'. ...I mean, 'androgenous' as them overalls and cap !"

"You talk, wife ! Yeah, midst your 'somnia, ain't I heared often 'nough you a-count: 'Jump-Jump-Jump-Jump-jump ME-jump ME-Jump-Jump-Jump', and so forth ! ....So don't you be talkin' so all high 'n mighty now...for in the words of Our Lord, if'n YOUR RIGHT EYE CAUSES YOU TO SIN, PLUCK IT OUT AND THROW IT AWAY'-- Matthew 5: 29 ! ....I mean, where's your 'Scripture', woman ? .... Hey, what's the rush ?!"

I told ya I moved all our money into recession-proof stock!

"Augusta, you say you leave me, I say nothing. You tell me the man you go to with the working legs, you will send worst pictures of him dashing up tallest flights of stairs, also pictures you have no shirt and making slutty face. I hang my head, I say go. But Augusta you leave me here with these goats who will eat anything, I tell you God will send you to hell Augusta and curse our children! I buy you car, is good car. I pay trainer for little Alex, he can now even go to restaurant. Why do you bring them here to kill me?"

"I know bein' new it's kinda hard to stand, Miss, but there's more goats than this outside, and kinda the point of Purgatory is to learn to accept, I'm told. So just stay put like me and you'll be on to your eternal reward in not too much time I hope, unless you can't stop fuckin' 'em neither."

(This cartoon illustrates the fact that Purgatory is simply a place where you are challenged to tolerate huge numbers of goats, and also to avoid the temptation of attempting sexual conquest of your soft, trusting co-inhabitants in the plane of absolute judgment. While the majority of mildly sinful souls arrive in this realm of limbo after death and are glad to find themselves unlicked by flame and Satan, nearly all of them fail to realize the possibly of progression to heaven.)

A "normal" American atheist home

"Please, I take it back, we'll get more goats. Lots more. I love you and it can't be a sickness if it's part of you. I never meant it and I'm so sorry, I love you I love you just don't go Jane don't oh god Jane these goats oh god."

High on a hill was a lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay ee odl lay hee hoo
Loud was the voice of the lonely goatherd
Lay ee odl lay -- OK, I'll shut up.

"Ah, honey ! They be coming back with tradition down by Juneau--Mery Chris'mas 'n so forth. Thank you, Gov'nor Palin ! ...So when they does, who you figure be there rentin' to pageantry and town squares everywheres ? ..Be the makin' of us !"

"You WOULD continually throw Regnard in my face, with your, 'It's worse than a crime, it's beastliness'; or his , 'C'est plus qu'un crime, c'est une betise' ! But, hey, strictly speaking, 'betise' ought not come out in modern French as any thing so societally unsanctionable as 'beastliness'--and, by implication, 'bestiality'. So there !.......Hey, where are you going ?!"

"Why, you goddamn anti-intellectual snob, woman ! Hey, where you think Barth got all his first,initial insights for 'Goat-Boy' ?! Yeah, you looking at their 'cestry, woman ! Do the name 'Giles'--rest in peace!-- mean anything ?! ..Half brother of mine ! ...But yeah, go on, turn your back on 'cultural history'....go on !"

"Sure, you're leaving now, but you'll be back -- just as soon as you finish the giant log of chevré in your duffel bag!"

"Why am I always the scapegoat? Oh. RIght."

"Minor technicality, wife ! Goat 'll work fine, so I'll just begin over. Let's see... Capra aegagrus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. Capra aegagrus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, miserere nobis. Capra aegagrus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona nobis pacem. ....Hey, come back here and get yourself purified, woman !"

"Stray if you dare, wanton hussy! My attack goat Vance will follow you down the lanes,byways and thoroughfares abusing you in a stentorian bleat, en corum populo! Away, noble Vance! Do your goatly best!"

"Oy! How was I to know that Chad Gadya doesn't work out in real life? Dayenu! "

"So, I'm being scapegoated for my 'Goat-scape?' Is that it? Is that how it ends?"

"Twelve Groats per bag of oats, two bags for every goat, yet now you have turn'd coat, with bleats we shall emote, damn you."

Well, it's better than our last place with all that fire and brimstone and the jabbing with the pitchfork. That place REALLY sucked.

"Wait- come back! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to suggest you dress like a lumpen proletariat, just that you dress a little dykey, is all!"

I don't know - 1st place seems like a real caption to me.

Awww, go ahead and leave! There'll be one less old goat hanging around to nag me!

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