Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon. Click here for details. Click here for last week's results.
First place
"Remember when you said you couldn't decide between a nice meal out or going to the freak tent at the circus? Well, I've got a surprise for you... I'm fucking your sister." �Mork
Second place
"Here's our sushi. There's no escaping the long arm of the raw." �Damon
Third place
"This is the weirdest restaurant I've ever been in! What's next - a tiny flying saucer emerging from the kitchen trailing a plume of thick exhaust from its tailpipe?" �Vance
Honorable mention
"Don't freak out - the waiters here have extremely long arms." �Gary Goldsmith
Waiter Wily's
Wily limbs
Made them wait a while
In the sort of place
That favors
Carpet over tile
Both he and she
Sat slack-jawed
Staring into their laps
Not realizing
The waiter's plan;
Lure them into a trap!
(He ran a human meat stall
In a room around the back) �Donny
"I should be home picking last week's New Yorker cartoon anti-caption contest winners. As most of the entries are completely uninformed by the delicious and subtly delineated rules I carefully composed long ago, what started as a lark has become an onerous chore, sapping my strength, my hope and my will to live." �J.D.
