Submit the worst possible caption for this New Yorker cartoon.
•Last week's results. •Rules and tips.
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
