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.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Caption Contest #316
(above image courtesy of newyorker.com.)
12. Can you get clip-ins for sandals?
11. It’s hard to pedal in these Snuggies.
10. It’s like riding on a cloud.
9. Welcome to salesmen heaven. What are you pedaling?
8. So is this, like, an infinity speed?
7. God’s going through a divorce, and he’s trying to buy our love this way.
6. No bells? No streamers? What a crock.
4. We’re not getting wings, but in this economy we all have to make sacrifices.
3. Mine’s a Trinity-speed.
2. I keep asking myself, was it worth not getting to ride a motorcycle in hell?
1. You were right. Turns out Lance Armstrong IS God.
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