Caption Contest #318

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10. Frank’s gonna lay an egg when he hears about this.
9. She’s eight months pregnant. That’s why Tina is nesting so much.
8. The cafeteria’s serving giant omelets for lunch again.
7. Bob, is that you pecking away at the keyboard? Can you tone it down?
6. The good news is that giant worm problem we had seems to have disappeared.
5. I appreciate your work, Ted. But Hennie’s getting top bill on the account.
4. I don’t want to ruffle any feathers, but there’s bad news about this year’s bonuses.
3. I know, it’s not fair. You lay an egg; you’re on probation. She lays an egg; she’s promoted.
2. Can’t hang out tonight. Got that sexual harassment class for calling Diane a “chick.”
1. That explains the road crossing.

Caption Contest #317

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10. If you can’t stand the sight of blood, how did you get into the chalk outline business?
9. We’re all complex individuals, but in your case you do seem a little two-dimensional.
8. You say here that your job is killing you?
7. What makes you think yours is a dead end job?
6. Turning invisible is one thing, but levitating too? Now that’s impressive.
5. As your editor, I have to say I think your story is a little flat.
4. Just because you’ve been killed doesn’t mean you should stop coming, or that I should stop charging you.
3. It looks like the wife cleaned you out in the divorce.
2. Now Benjamin beget Bale his firstborn, Asbel the second, Ahara the third…
1. Sorry to do this, but you’re time is up.