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, August 2, 2011
Caption Contest #297
(above image courtesy of newyorker.com)
10. Thanks for the lift. Mine conched out.
9. Can we stop at the Shell station?
8. Sure, it’s Palm-compatible. But I have an iPhone.
7. Are you sure the bus stops here?
6. How often do you have to change the coconut oil?
5. OK, the location’s not great. But you can’t beat this weather!
4. In my day, this was all horse-and-buggy, far as the eye could see.
3. Let’s move over to the leeward lane.
2. Move over. You’re sitting on my half.
1. Mr. Michaels, I’m from the IRS.
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