The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #200
Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.
"Yes, we can schedule a session for you same time next Tuesday Mr. Johnson. To be honest, you don't even have to ask anymore. As sexual role-playing businesses go, this has turned out to be a much more limited market than we anticipated. Don't forget to leave your suit to be dry-cleaned."v
"I was 9 when I died, thanks for asking." Brian L
"The greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world I didn't just steal the four-month old copy of Newsweek sitting on your waiting room coffee table." bunsen
"I'd be much more pleased to meet you if, instead of expecting me to guess your name, you used the fucking sign-in sheet like everybody else." t.a.m.s.y.
"Yeah, this is pretty much it. Second Life sucks."Mr. Sad Head
"Hello sir, how may I help you?"Harry
"Welcome to the Museum of Bad Art. I see you've come for the private costume party. Just go through that door and take a left at the statue of Ernest Hemingway fucking a side table. You can't miss it." mypalmike
You're Max? But you're old and dirty, and that once-cute costume is now in serious need of bleach. Do you think Grizzly Adams will see just anybody? Maybe, you're next book should be called Where the Wild Things Aren't. Ba-Bye.Mo Rice Sandollar
"Can he see you now? Of course, he can fucking see you now."Richard H
"No, Thursday's out. How about never - is never good for you?"Vance