Every week, I submit a caption to the New Yorker's cartoon caption contest. When the three finalists' captions are published, I am often convinced that my submission was better than any of the finalists'. Having grown weary of submitting without recognition that my submissions are more deserving than the editors' selections, I am using this forum to bear witness to the superiority of my captions. I am putting my blog where my mouth is.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Caption Contest #295
(above image courtesy of newyorker.com)
10. This one put up the best fight.
9. Going extinct, yes, but interestingly not on the endangered list.
8. Actually, the taxidermy cost me an arm race and a leg.
7. The story behind this one is riveting.
6. To be honest, she was the easiest to track.
5. In some cultures, the turret is ground and put in a soup.
4. You should see the Predator Drone mounted in the washroom.
3. Like you'd expect, tastes like chicken.
2. There we were, eyeball-to-turret.
1. I think this one was a male.
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