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March 30, 2009

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #187

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.

Last week's results. •Rules and tips.

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First place
"Relax, I'm not a thief. I'm just an out-of-work mime, bringing a sack of sine waves to an 'Eyes Wide Shut'-style orgy." —Tim C.

Second place
"Well, that settles it - Wells Fargo wins the award for faggiest wallpaper."—Damon

Third place
"Help! I am a poorly dressed charity worker bringing relief funds to an orphanage, and I am being attacked by a handsome thief who can fly!"—Francis

Honorable mention
"A thief casually strolls past a Fifteenth-century fresco of a sword wielding angel."
OR
"An angel flies past a Twentieth-century fresco of a thief from a Nancy cartoon. Nancy not shown." —Harris

"Lay off, wouldya, this is a time when the bases of the Republican party have to come together."—TG Gibbon

"This is going to be the best non-topical costume party ever! Chips and dip are up and to the right."—Christian

"If I were you, I'd be more concerned with what's coming through that portal above your head."—therblig

"You know, when Bush was running things, the guy who had your job used to give me a ride home AND a blow job." —al in la

Posted by Daniel Radosh

Comments

Really? Well you go tell Pelosi to piss off. NONE of this is TARP money.

"Hey, Chad, it's me, Fitzy, you know, class of '86. Go bulldogs!"

"Hey, churchy, nice dress!"

"It's because I'm etnic, isn't it?"

"This is going to be the best non-topical costume party ever! Chips and dip are up and to the right."

"Lay off, wouldya, this is a time when the bases of the Republican party have to come together."

"`Believe' by Cher. Very nice entry tune, Captain Fag Sword."

"Help! I am a poorly dressed charity worker bringing relief funds to an orphanage, and I am being attacked by a handsome thief who can fly!"

"Hooboy. You're flaming alright."

"Sine thief finally gets whats coming to him. Epically and repeatedly. "

"Oh, shit, it's Ozymandias! Who watches the Watchmen? I said WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN???"

"Damn. I keep forgetting to take that dollar sign off this bag."

mine^

"Wish I could sidestep this attack. Curse you 2D world!"

I would like to apologize for my commenting failure.

"Hey can you use that flaming sword to get rid of this stubble? I just can't find a razor that gives me a really nice, smooth shave."

(Please add a comma to the foregoing, after "hey".)

Aw, cut me a break! When Estelle Getty died, I really hit rock bottom.

Relax, I'm not a thief. I'm just an out-of-work mime, bringing a sack of sine waves to an "Eyes Wide Shut"-style orgy.

A thief casually strolls past a Fifteenth-century fresco of a sword wielding angel.

OR

An angel flies past a Twentieth-century fresco of a thief from a Nancy cartoon. Nancy not shown.

"Da coppers here are Surtrian."

"I keep telling you -- you want to succeed in the clip-art racket, you gotta lose the flaming sword. An angel gets used all the time -- Christmas, charity stories, what-have-you. But what story needs an angel with a flaming sword? Whoops -- there's my pager. Gotta go illustrate a Penny Saver op-ed about AIG. Later."

“Your flying fuck needs work.”

"Know what that halo says? `Halo - I'm queer.'"

The audio nerd in me votes for the "sack of sine waves" submission.

“I may be on the wrong side of the law, but my thumbs are on the right side of my hands”

"Good lucky trying to stab me with that prosthetic right hand on your left arm."

/s/lucky/luck/

So, Barsotti finally ran out of dog jokes.

If I were you, I'd be more concerned with what's coming through that portal above your head.

"Ha ha. Fruity Avenger, looks like your taser's shorting out again."

"Why do I have the terrible feeling that Scrooge McDuck is behind all of this?"

"Clarence, don't you recognize me? It's George -- George Bailey -- and I'm just bringing some dough over to my Bailey Building and Loan."

"Your nose's noble angularity makes me feel insecure. And that's why I embarked on a life of crime. That, plus the $"

"Password? Password? Is it 'SWORDFISH'?"

“What’s in the bag? Nessie’s in the bag. Read the logo, asshole!”

"You ain't one of them Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, are you?"

"Way to profile, Gabriel. Clearly I am only dropping dirty laundry off before going to my Zoro audition. Perhaps if you paid more attention to details, like the lack of a double slash through the S on my bag you might serve the community better!
FYI, the 'S' is really a 'Z' and I WILL get that part!"

"TOXIC ASSET AVENGER: THE MUSICAL? You've got to be kidding."

"Hey, I wouldn't talk. I mean, neither one of us really got a good nose job. Capische?"

"Let's pretend I'm Kenneth Lewis of Bank of America and you're Timothy Geithner. Now will you let me go?"

"Let me get this straight... you're omniscient and you think I'M ripping off the bank?"


(potential legit contest entry)

'Gabriel, you're late for the pickup. Da boss don't like it when people are late. Waddya been dancing on a pin wit yer gay buddies?"

thought balloon above robber

"I'm smitten."


(above entry was a drucker)

"What kinda fag-tag is that?"

"Heh. I'd be scared if you weren't two-dimensional. Come back when you're more than just a line drawing."

"Curses! You got me. I...hey, wait. Haven't I seen you at the 92nd Street Y?"

"Indeed not! I am Sissyfuss! Behold my Vaseline-Coated Sword of Gaydor!"

"Really? And you're sure you've never been down at the Y?"

"Absolutely not! I've been sent from Valhalla to smite thee!"

"Never been there? Never eaten there?"

"I've told you already, mortal, I've never been to nor...oh, I see what you're doing. Stop pissing off Sissyfuss!"

Excuse me, swarthy little man. Do you know the way to the bank? I need to put my flaming sword in a safety deposit box. You don't? Good day to you, sir.

Are you an archangel seeking the fallen? Cause my fallen arches are killin' me.

"Why do you keep shouting, 'Lightning bolt!?'"

"Faggot."

Lady, your sword's on fire.

"Now go lop off God's other testicle. The matched set will fetch us a pretty penny on eBay."

"Well, that settles it - Wells Fargo wins the award for faggiest wallpaper."

Bob Hoskins wonders why he ever agreed to make a movie with Fabio

"Buddy, I think you dropped your fork."

"This is the worst New Yorker caption contest yet."

"When The Angel of Death - comes down after you
Can you smile and say - that you have been true?
Can you truthfully say - with your dying breath
That you're ready to meet - the Angel of death?
That's the immortal Hank Williams, pal. Now get outta my way."

"On the internet, no one knows you're a god."

When the [E] lights all grow dim - and the [A] dark shadows [E] creep
And then your loved ones - are gathered to [B7] weep
Can you [E] face them and say - with [A] your dying [E] breath
That you're ready to meet - the [B7] Angel of [E] Death.

**Disregard that last part of the song**

"Oh great. Circumcision Man. Last time I rob a bank in Himey Town."

Don't look like much to me, but if the wifey says it's worth a bag-o-money to have Damien Hirst doodle on our wall, then it's worth a bag-o-money to have Damien Hirst doodle on our wall.

".....'shape without form, shade without color, paralyzed force, gesture without motion'......so far, so good....."

Uh oh - looks like this bank bandit is about to meet his match! It's up to you to finish coloring the Justice Angel. Hurry! Don't let the robber get away!

Highlights for Kids Magazine, Issue #187

Move along... Move along SEC...nothing to see here...

- Lines and colors combined in a particular way, certain forms and relations of form stir our aesthetic emotions....These do not. -

Thanks to stereotyping, people looking at this are going to think I'm the mugger.

You know your left hand is on backwards, right?

- Ugh-a-Wretch vs. Ick-a-Sketch -

"Goddamned religious graffiti junking up the neighborhood. Jesus."

"Yo ! 'Still, ill-brandished blade of whiteness' ! You 'postured nil of violence... or slow mime' !"

"This bag of electromagnetic waves sure is heavy."

"Wanna trade noses?"

"I'm confused. The halo says angel, but the nose says jew."

"I'm confused. The halo says angel, but the nose says jew."

"Just like a flying fudge packer to bring a flaming knife to a freaking robbery..."

"While you were committing profitable crimes, I mugged Willie Aames."

"Yo, you 'still, ill-brandished blade of brightness'...you poster-nil of violence and 'show' mime !"

"O.K, right ! You goddit ! Now, you tell me, do that seem like it's 'fo mo', man ? Freaking Hochuli, man ! Freaking 'Broncos' ! Freaking Cutler, man -- standing up like he was, what, some freaking cigar-store Indian, man !"

"Okay, okay! I'll return my million dollar bonus."

"Dude, please, I can see right up your dress."

Hey angel, what's your sine?

What's the first rule of Smite Club?

Nobody's safe from these Los Angeles gangs!

Cherubim or Seraphim?

I'll sing to the Feds like a castrati...

That a reusable bag?

"Oh shit! The flaming vibrator I used when I assraped his wife!"

"Okay, first the feathered buttplug and then the fist. But no kissing."

"It's days like this that I just feel so... white."

"You know, when Bush was running things, the guy who had your job used to give me a ride home AND a blow job."

You right. Cutler looked like some damned wooden 'Redskins' back there.

"Note to self: Never buy acid from a street mime.."

"I'm really not a bad guy... I was drawn this way..."

"I brought along a couple of midgets... do you mind?"

"How did you know it was me? I was wearing a disguise!"

"You look Fabio-so!"

"You're pricing yourself out of the market, Brisman."

"Curses, snatched again. That stylized weapon reminds me of something familiar, but I can't recall jus' twat it is."

Relax. I'm using the money to stage my one man "Angels in America--The Musical" in my mother's basement.

Dude, flying overhead with no underwear. Uncool.

"Ed Asner, in a role that may surpise you."

"My work here is done, including giving you a wedgie- apparently you've already taken care of that."

"Huh: I'm kicking it old school, but you seem to feel the need to put a po-mo twist on things."

"My guilty conscience is so gay."

"Oh, this? I'm just heading over to Yankee Stadium to put a down payment on a hot dog."

"I swear. My favorite sitcom of all time...'WINGS'

."

[St. Michael is the patron saint of the warrior. In extended reference, he has come to be regarded as the patron of police officers in Christian lands, the more so as it has been reported of this saint to have in more than one instance extended his beneficence so far as physically to interdict a criminal in the very course of his nefarious activity.]

"I'll have you know this is a sandbag headed for Fargo, Mr. Jump-to-Conclusions."

[At the nadir of its public repute, hew and cry against Reagonite 'deregulation' was such that it inspired parodies like that above in which a lifeless and almost entirely vitiated entity(reproduced here from crude graffiti -circa 2009 A.D. - rendered at the Canal St., lower Manhattan, New York City) could be posited as practically society's sole bastion against the criminal practitioner.]

The teacher said, "Draw an acute triangle with banking curves, Robby..."

I thought she said," Draw a cute trying angel curbing a bank robbery." Boy, do I need to pay attention.

"Not again!"

"Dollar? I hardly even know'er!"

"I won't ask if you don't tell."

"You get a sword, flaming, no less, done quite nicely....and my idiot can't properly complete a dollar sign!"

"Can't say I care for this
Fremont Street Experience."

“What’s this—Shock and Awe; the sequel?”

"It's all about bucks, kid. The rest is conversation."

[Is it true that the catchy and eccentric "Shock and Awe" was a direct reference to what Jewish mystics refer to as Shekinah, the immense power of God or the resting place of the immense power of God (as in a temple or in the Ark of the Covenant)? Just asking.]

You got it all wrong, this is a sine curve bag.

J.D.

No, that would be "Schlock and Awe."

At least I got a great deal on this sack of cosines -- it appears everyone's after the sines. And I don't think new magnets will help you out: your sword is probably just above the Curie temperature -- maybe if you just let it cool off, your old magnetic sheath would probably work fine.

"Lookin' 'Wpa-ish'. W-P-A ish, Guido ! ...Whoa. Yous del'cate, yeah ?!"

"Yo, Jabberwock! That sword ain't exactly vorpal

, if you get my drift."

"I know, I know. I got a five o'clock shadow. But ain't this a bit drastic?"

"Wow. I thought I was crudely drawn."

"Kinda wide-hipped for a guy, ain't ya?"

New, improved 'realism': "Wpa-ish : W-P-A-I-S-H ! ...Geez, Guido, grow some skin, why doncha !"

"Good work, Angel of Social Security and PIN Numbers."

"I earned every dime of this. Didn't you read my
op-ed piece in the Times?"

Oh, this must be my Craigslist thief-n-hero rape fetish hookup. I sure hope I remember the safeword before he tries any crazy insertions with that sword.

"And when you go to prison, expect more flaming swords thrust into you!"

"If only there was a third dimension I could use to evade this armed Angel!"

"That skirt makes you look gay."

Look, I didn't know she was only thirteen.

"Good news, boss--I just robbed the Church of Satan!"

"No, I didn't see Hard Candy. Why?"

"Actually, I'm not a burglar, and you're not an angel. We're both 'dolls', humans who've had their memories wiped, then reprogrammed to believe that we possess the character traits of others. Yeah, I don't find it especially persuasive, either."

"Why not Bil Keane?"

"You get drawn by Gahan Wilson, then let's see how you turn out."

"You mind moving aside? I'm not comfortable walkin' under your skirt."

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