The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #177

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #177

Daniel Radosh

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.

Last week's results. �Rules and tips.

This week's prize: A signed copy of the new Jonathan Rundman CD Insomniaccomplishments. (Winner must supply valid e-mail address)

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First place

*pew-pew-pew* "Better start talking before I shrink more of you with my finger-ray." �Brian L

Second-place

"Frankly, we find your efforts to freeze your own feet off disturbing. We will force you to keep your feet in these buckets of warm water until the danger of frostbite has passed. Comply, or we'll kill you." �Jessica

Third-place

"Look, Shmuel -- not only are his hooves non-cloven, but he clearly has some genetic defect resulting in one hoof being withered and misshapen. Sorry, boys, he's treif." �The Confidence Man


Honorable mention

"Yeah, you're right- it does look ridiculous. You know what will take your mind off it? Putting your head in a vise until your left eyeball pops out." � Steve_O

"This police department has had its share of clumsy janitors, but this is ridiculous. You're fired."�mypalmike

"The good news, we're closing Gitmo. The bad news, you're walking home from Cuba." � LV

"Mashing the snitch's size twelves into these lady size buckets will greatly reduce our cementing cost. Thank you Tony 'the Turtleneck' for this innovative and may I add 'green' idea." �mort drucker

"OK, we're finally ready: Loud-tie guy, baldie-with-holster, tied-up-pail-foot-man and severe amputee... A 'Village People' for the 21st century!" � Vance

"And this is what you get for selling us those lousy shavers. The fact that you use one too doesn't mitigate the circumstances. Uh, I mean coicumstances." �therblig

"Now what're my kids supposed to make sand castles with, fuckhead?"JohnnyB

"This will teach you to make fun of Father's Day present! I like this tie, bitch!" � xjvpastor

"I bet I can tell you where you got dem 'shoes' !" �'French Quarter'

"As soon as I'm finished explaining our plan, untie Mr. Bond. He's not going anywhere with THESE BUCKETS ON HIS FEET." � Charles

"No, Mr. Gold Bond, we expect them to dry. And become irritated, possibly." �dean @ t.a.m.s.y.