Caption Contest Fridays #50
It’s FRIDAY! Thank goodness. I’m excited about our 50th caption contest. Here’s to another 50. You know the routine: come up with a witty caption (or three or ten) and post in the comments area. Have fun!
A walk down memory lane: Our first caption contest.
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You! It’s the 50th caption contest! I want that article written, posted and circulating the blogosphere TODAY!
Yes sir, Mr. Tingom, right away sir.
the guy on the right is shocked as his boss clasped his hips and bursts out in a saturday night fever routine. “staying aliiiiiiive”
“You! Bring me some whipped cream for my pie right now or you’re fired!”
“The staff at Wildelco Enterprises were shocked to see that their supervisor couldn’t even touch his nose with his eyes closed. Not even close.”
Hey, uh…guys?
Uh…um…guys?
There’s a floating scary head and hand back here with me…
Guys?
See? I TOLD you that floating 3d holograms like in Star Wars were possible in the real world, there’s one of Sam the right THERE!
Wow Dan, you’re right! I see it!
Sick and tired, yes, sick and tired of the role playing, Mr. Johnson (Alias Sulu) has had enough, but gets no help from Chekov who is afraid of the captain and the temper he has shown more than once in the last few months. Spock has learned to keep his opinions to himself.
“The management battle continued as Leonardo da Vinci watched on, hidden in the shadows.”
Billy (guy on the right) could not help but stare at the boss’s finger. Has he clipped his nails recently?
“Battle stations, men! Full alert! Fire the torpedoes.” The workplace learned to ignore the bipolar manager’s fits, but Harry could never resist staring at the insane person. Being an expert in freudian psychology, Harry wanted to help the manager, but he was too shy to attempt anything.
“The ghost of Johannes Kepler is somewhere around here. Ah-hah! There he is!”
“No, really. The grass is definitely greener over there.”
Sir, the printer doesn’t seem to be working
Did you check the cable?
What cable?
Oh, I don’t know idiot, maybe one of THESE cables RIGHT HERE!
Jim showed his amazing capacity to harness the force by not only causing the pen to float in mid air, but also making it glow white hot.
Lurking unknown in the background, Darth Sidious was pleased.
No one seemed to notice, but the miniature alien craft from the War of the Worlds movie set was creeping ever to so close to the office workers. The spray of evil destruction is sure to be complete.
“Did you just call me gay? Just because my hand is on my hip doesn’t mean I’m gay!”
“Using his best Gandalf voice Jesse shouted ‘You Shall Not Pass!’ and pointed at the giant balrog which had invaded the office.”
Jackson, sitting by himself in the corner, enjoys the Bubble Yum he got for his birthday. Next year; he wants contact lenses…
“You! Billy! I TOLD you not to let Agent Smith here in the building!”
“You! It’s friday, get me my TPS reports!”
“Hey, you! For the last time I do not have a toupee on!”
“That just cost you another detention Bender…you want another one, just say the word…right there…there’s another one…you want another one…You got it, I got you for 10 weeks Bender…”
You there, in the door way, Yes you! Go to the corner and get two pastrami on rye, one ham, cheese with pickle, and I’ll have a corn beef with lots of mustard, mushrooms, onions and a side order of slaw. Oh yes. and four Xlarge double coffees.
(Hips rocking to a steady beat): “Stop! In the name of love.”
(Doowap boys): “…before you break my heart.”
No more backtalk. Now get over there and feed your suspenders into the shredder. From here on out in this office, we wear belts.
“then you put you hand on your hip as you point your finger and shake your hip to the music .. and a uh-uh yeah.. you feel me”
(looking away) “I’m feeling a bit ah…”
(loowing toward) “….what the… please tell me that this doesn’t end in a split on the floor”
“You!”
“Ah, sir. I don’t think your glasses are working. I’m over here.”
They could never tell whether he was serious or joking when he did his intense “I’m showing you the door!” bit.
“So we will bring all of our forces from here… to here.. got it?”
guy with a brown tie “sir! the map is on my table”
Waiting tensly for the shock of static electricity that is sure to come when the manager touches the black pole, the underlings wonder, “Should we warn him?”
Manager: I will punish you peons for your bad work! I will touch the black pole that holds up the roof, causing it to cave in on you, and you will all die!
Peons: Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!