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January 25, 2010

The New Yorker Cartoon Anti-Caption Contest #226

Harry Effron

Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.

———Last week's results. ———Rules and tips.

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Note: I will not be enforcing the 25 word limit, but if your caption is excessively long, I may just not read it. 5 entries per person.


First Place:
"Here's the shopping list...I'm late for work. Gimme a kiss -- And GET YOUR BARE ASS OFF THE COUNTER TOP -- we cook food there! Jeez..." -- m hartman

Second Place:

"Here's that sample of the wall color you asked for...oh and you have cancer" -- The shark

Third Place:
"Doof deeef ffeexxil plexil booot glepglop feemie" -- Those Fuckers

Honorable Mention:

"You have a benign tumor on your occipital lobe. We're planning a non-invasive laser procedure that will shrink the tumor and return your eyes to normal." -- Beth

"Your transgender process is almost complete, Pat. however, since most of your chart is gone, remind me which direction we're going again." -- LV

"Take me to your litre of urine." -- Rob

"I cheated on my MCATs" -- Gretchen

"Now Mr. Jones, if you could just get down from the table and put on your pants, we can get started with your dental checkup." -- Snooki N. Tish

"I understand it seems a bit odd for census-taking, but may I please have a sample of your stool?" -- Tim H

"What the fuck is wrong with your face??" -- johnnyo

The "I'm a regular here, see!?!" award:

"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to have a stye."

"The homo sapiens here are not what they seem."

"Facsimile, you crazy bastard. How are you?" --NAMBY

Comments

Mee velly solly mister, I not undastand what is "anal plobe"?

Our blood types are compatible, so I will indeed be taking your remaining arm to replace my missing one.

Hemorrhoids.

"With this kind of infection, it's hard to believe you only had an encounter of the second kind."

"Thank god there aren't any humans here to see this, right Eyestalk Fourfingers?"

"What makes you think you have a right to universal healthcare?"

"Something about sneaking into Canada for health care."

Yes, I did Michael Jackson's plastic surgery.

"Bend over, and show me your area 51."

"I'm sorry, the surgery failed. We are unable to make you look normal. But beauty is in the eye of the beholder...freak."

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Eye_of_the_Beholder

"Fusili, you crazy bastard! How the hell are you? According to your chart, not so good. Want a second opinion? Okay, you're ugly, too!"

"I have your diagnosis here, but as it's excessively long, I decided not to read it."

*Close Encounters music* "Yooouve GOT CAAAH-nnnn-suuuuuuuuuuurrrr..."

After "Close Encounters" wrapped I could not for the life of me, find work, so I went to medical school.

I know this isn't funny and a bit of a reach but when I am done with you, you'll have tits like Pamela Anderson.

I wear this mask to avoid frightening my patients as I bear a striking resemblance to Sorrel Booke. TV's "Boss Hogg."

"Mr. Gregory, in order to test for cystitis in the UTI, I'll need permission for a gastric series examination with simultaneous paraxial shift objects in a glucose medium. Alienhostbodysayswhat."

"What?"

"Very well. Shall we begin?"

Dude, your eyes are even weirder looking than mine.

Relax, we'll reattach it and you'll never know the difference.

"Actually, I don't think a prostate exam is necessary at your age."

———I lost my left arm in the war of the worlds.———

Colonoscopy? Where I come from we call it a close encounter of the turd kind.

"I understand it seems a bit odd for census-taking, but may I please have a sample of your stool?"

"'P.C. Vey?' All you're going to say after seeing my bill is 'Oy vey!'"

Geez, your eyes are popping out of your head like you're looking at an alien or something.

———To err is human, to stick long needles into human navels is humanoid."

Welcome to our lab in LA. I just may not examine your penis if it is excessively long.

I've always wanted to poke around Uranus.

"Tattoo, beretta, necktie? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm not actually a doctor, I'm just here to suck the eyeballs out of your head using thought control."

———University of Mars at Long Beach.———

"And to think, back on my home planet they called me 'veterinarian'."

"excessively long." (ha ha made you read it)

"Did you bring the cole slaw?"

"What the fuck is wrong with your face??"

"Why, yes, of course I'm Jewish."

"No, I'm a nurse. There's a freakin' glass ceiling in the medical profession."

Don't worry. Even though I have an Alien head, I am still a legit doctor and CVS will honor this prescription.

"No, I am not Japanese, Chinese, or Korean. And stop calling me Doctor Slanty Eyes."

"This is 'a lien' on your house. It's 2 words. It doesn't say alien, you idiot."

"Do you lack even a rudimentary understanding of aspect and proportion? Do you have the artistic skills of a five-year-old? Well, here at the P.C. Vey School of Cartooning, we can get you started on your new career."

My tee time is in half an hour, so I'm going to make this quick.

Your EXOPHTHALMOS is incurable. But at least you can always find work in the cartoons of P.C. Vey, Leo Cullum and others.

The alien mask? Right after this I'm heading to a FLASHMOB at the TKTS booth.

Mr. Jones? Oh, the Pamela Anderson calendar, you like it, huh?

You should've been referred to an E N T . . .

The worse news is I've been trying to get ahold of you for a week now . . .

Mr. Smith, when I assured you that you'd be able to play the piano after the operation, I assumed that you already possessed this skill.

The good news? Oh, my receptionist, the blonde? I'm fucking her.

Now Mr. Jones, if you could just get down from the table and put on your pants, we can get started with your dental checkup.

Apart from the hallucinations though, you're not experiencing any other side effects?

I try to avoid discussing politics with my patients, but since you asked, I voted for Kodos.

"My previous patients? HIPAA prevents from saying Michael Jackson was a regular."

"I assure you that despite my hunched back I am a licensed chiropractor."

"Well, this is a first down here at the morgue. Take this for the rectal damage- I was required to do an extensive, ah, probing."

"I love our new island countertop, too, Brad. But sitting on it in your cute little A-line just isn't hygienic. Go get this disinfectant to clean up."

"Here's a referral for a penile reduction, which you'll need to pull off that dress."

"Your transgender process is almost complete, Pat. However, since most of your chart is gone, remind me which direction we're going again."

"No, Mr. Cartman, I expect you to writhe."

"I'm shaking because I'm excited, Mr. Effron! The tests suggest your body contains something extraordinary: the key to the secret of life for your race, and mine! I have no idea how this is possible, but all the answers are right here, in this document...

...actually, it's kind of lengthy. I may just not read it."

"At night, I listen with my stethoscope as I make my 'heart' stop for minutes on end. Oh, yeah, and did you see that the Mega Millions jackpot is $121,000,000 tonight?"

I hope you enjoyed the saucer ride. Now for your part of the deal - a deep probe of INNER space.

"I have one question. Are you in touch with your Inner Alien?"

"I dunno how things work on planet Earth but, where I'm from, that orifice is meant primarily for exits, not entries. I suggest you limit them to five per week."

You've certainly become creative with the doctor-shopping, Mr. Limbaugh. And how much Oxy will we be needing today?

We reproduce asexually on Zandar, so I'll be taking your genetailia for scientific study.

Remember to discontinue if your erection lasts longer than 4 billion light-years.

"No no no. You said 'rape, experiments, and death'. Just to be clear, it'll be experiments, THEN rape, then death."

"I cheated on my MCATs"

"No, actually I'm not, but I did stay in a Holiday Inn Express last night."

"No Mr. Bond, I expect you have a stye."

"The homo sapiens here are not what they seem."

"Facsimile, you crazy bastard. How are you?"

Now that I've slipped this Trojan Magnum onto my head,
we can move on to your lower G.I. Sorry, but I'm out of the ribbed.

(cellphone beeps) "I need to phone home."

"Take me to your litre of urine."

Yes, it's a standard physical. We'll anal probe, anal probe, anal probe, check your blood pressure, anal probe, and finally, anal probe.

"You've got AIDS."*

* Translated from the original Esperanto.

Srog's rather mundane life as a doctor left him wondering whether he had misunderstood the instructions he was given for taking over the world. Ironically, his patient, Steve, had similar questions about his own life.

"Great news! A clean bill of health! Bad news, due to the radiation that I emit, you'll be dead by tomorrow."

Kenny Rodgers' plastic surgeon did this to me. I'm suing his ass.

"Here. Take this iPad with a glass of water and call me in the morning."

———Okay, Earthling. We need to know everything about your species. So, first things first, I———ll need an eyeball sample from both eyes.———

———Eyeball sample? That sounds painful. How do you get that?———

———I———ve got a little metal doohickey that clamps down on the cornea of your eyeballs. Then I pull big pieces of them out for testing.———

———Oh my god!———

———And I———ll need an eardrum sample from both ears.———

———Shit! How do you do that one?———

———I take what looks like a sewing needle and jam it into your eardrums. Metal prongs pop out on the other side of the eardrum, and then I pull `em out.———

———Sweet Jesus!———

———And, finally, I———ll need a penis sample.———

———Fuck no! I don———t want to know how you do that one.———

———I———m telling you anyway. We get Hayden Panettiere to make rough love to you for two hours, and then we do a swab test on her pussy.———

———Really? That...actually doesn———t sound so bad.———

———Or, it might just be me with some ass lube, doing my shape-shifting thing. Have fun guessing when you're deaf and blind."

"Ass your doctor I'm going to insist you cut back to one entry, two at most."

"Doof deeef ffeexxil plexil pooty booot glepglop feemie"

"I'm Dr. Carville, but you can call me James."

"Well, Mr. Francis, your problem is plain as black and white: you're a woman."

"Im Dr Allan L. Alien and I am here to ruin the anti-captions with science."

"Have you had an autopsy before, Mr. Oddeyes?"

Props to Damon. I'm sure that it was, word for word, the original caption.

Sorry about the wait. Damn Mexicans took my parking spot again this morning.

And of course after the decades of anal probing, passing the proctology boards was a snap

"Happy Halloween. What seems to be the problem?"

"No, I wasn't born in America. I'm a resident alien."

"For what it's worth, I'm with Coco."

"Would it be inappropriate of me to tell you that your eyes, your eyes, look like delectable little cocktail franks, and I am starving, starving, for your love?

———Who is Michael Jackson?"

"You have a benign tumor on your occipital lobe. We're planning a non-invasive laser procedure that will shrink the tumor and return your eyes to normal."

I assure you that "Fantastic Voyage" was just a movie. You need antibiotics to treat your chlamydia.

"No, just because we both have no necks and grotesquely sloped shoulders, it does not mean that we share the same ancestry."

"Oh, thanks. It's a Jerry Garcia. Brooks Brothers. Did you have any trouble finding us?"

You have a week to live, Mr. Streiber.

For the last time, Mr. Mulder, I don't know anything about your goddamned sister.

——?

Look, Mr. Jones, we need you to stop inserting objects into your rectum--they're interfering with the anal probe.

The side effects include hair loss, skeletal mutation, and an erection that can last more than 4 galactic hours.

The side effects include hair loss, skeletal mutation, and an erection that can last more than 4 galactic hours.

With a face like this I can't get laid, and jacking off with three fingers is problematic.

No, it's Dr. Bond, and I expect you to co-pay.

Here you go. And in case you were wondering, I went to medical school in Czechoslovakia. That's right...I'm DOCTOR Rados...and you can tell your friend I said that he can kiss my squatting ass in Prague Castle before I'll let him wheedle @radosh away from me...)

"Side effects my include a loss of pants and feelings of alienation."

"I know! If I hear 'Why the long face?' one more time, I'm going to vaporize somebody."

"I swore an oath to serve man.... Oh, this? It's a cookbook."

The anti-cappers are obsessing about anal probes, but I assure you I only want a small semen sample and one of your nuts.

"The first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth."

What an asshole! I mean, anal sphincter.

(mumbling to himself) "Four fingered freak!"

"Oh yes... one of the creatures from the Milky Way... 3rd planet from the yellow sun, right?!.. the one with the big moon? So, is it still for sale?"

"I guess I am feeling a buzz, too."

"You either got Aids or Alzheimers. If you make it home without any trouble don't have sex."

Take two Zoolox and call me in the Kreetah"

"Good news. You don't have a cataract, you have Rincoln Town Car."

Here's the shopping list...I'm late for work. Gimme a kiss -- And GET YOUR BARE ASS OFF THE COUNTER TOP -- we cook food there! Jeez...

"And final question...would you describe your body type as lean, normal, or succulent?"

My finger might not glow but it can give you one hell of a prostate exam.

"I was hit by a drunk driver and I had a choice. I could either look like Jaqueline Saburido or I could look like this."

"Green cards? We ain't got no green cards. We don't need no green cards! I don't have to show you any stinkin' green cards!"

When we're done, you won't remember being here anyway.

We couldn't save the hamster. I'm sorry.

Stop staring.

Because malpractice insurance cost too much at home.

"Since it's been five years, I'd like to do another anal probe."

"Since it's been five years, I'd like to do another anal probe."

...and you are... Mr. Vey? Sorry, I didn't recognize you from this angle.

Don't worry, the blood dripping from your eye is perfectly normal--it will stop after the larva erupts.

"Daddy was a traveling man."

"It's my usual Halloween getup. Who are you supposed to be? A P.C. Vey character?"

Here's that sample of the wall color you asked for...oh and you have cancer

"You're surprised by a death panel run by a space alien? Well, the Republicans did try to warn you: this was all specified in the healthcare bill. Now, just lie down and relax."

I'll be taking over your regular doctor's patients for a while; he's involved in an experiment.

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