Caption Contest Fridays #67
It’s FRIDAY! That means it’s time for a caption contest on BrainFuel. You know the routine… come up with a witty caption for the picture below and post it in the comments. Post as many as you like. Thanks and have a great weekend!
If you spot a great photo for a caption contest please send it in. I’m running a little bit low and always on the prowl for new pictures.
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“So I was just casually burying my wife’s dismembered corpse when what should my shovel turn up but the bones of Jimmy Hoffa.”
“Mr. Anderson, tell me what it’s like to win the international potato chip eating contest.”
“Well, I’m telling you. I feel like Mr. Potato Head frankly, and I need to sit down.”
“Space aliens. I’m telling you the truth. They abducted me and gave me this green hat. Little green men. I’m telling you the truth.”
“I mark all of my emails as urgent.”
“Yeah, I’ve been rockin’ the trucker-hat for years. Don’t call it a comeback, my gran’ kids just wanna be like Big Papa!”
“Let’s move along boys, I need this up on MySpace pronto!”
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Green Baseball Cap: $10
Getting the old high-school AV club together to interview the now-trucker class valedictorian for a “where are they now” video: priceless
“Horrible! It must have been eight–no TEN–feet long, and six feet tall. Far too big for a slug, if you get my meaning. Mabel screamed something to that effect just before the monster attacked her! Can you *sniff* give me a moment, gentlemen?”
Horace crossed every single one of his fingers, and immediately felt better about lying on national television.
“… you’re not recording yet are you?”
“Yup.”
“Shoot! Can we, y’know, start over?”
“Nope.”
“Shoot!”
“No, I won’t eat the burnt corndog.”
“Why yes, I am wearing the new Nike Air Zoom Huarache 2K5 iD Premiums, yes they do have snakeskin leather, why don’t you step back so we can get these kicks on screen.”
“Alls I know is this guy comes up to me and says somethin’ ’bout fuel for ma brain, snaps a pitcher of me an’ takes off… next thing I know people are tellin’ me I’m famous on the innernet.”
Well, that depends on what the meaning of the word “is” is…
“Which one’s the cam’ra?”
“Winner of the 2006 Bob’s BBQ lookalike contest.”
The church picnic will never be the same. Politics and God all in one place. Never work.
“As you can see the demercrats has split the tater salad ladies right down the middle and we can’t get any cooperation, Most they want to do is hover ’round those quilts there. I think they’er spelling out es’plicit messages. If you git my meaning”
“Are y’all from Ripley’s Believe It or Not? ‘Cause I had that third nipple removed already. But I can still show you my scar.”
“Can we shoot it again? I forgot to take of my John Deere hat.”
“That shouldn’t make a difference.”
“You don’t understand. I work for Cub Cadet.”
(The crew from TPT-TV anxiously waits to capture the gutteral bellows of Bilford Crody, as neighbors and relatives have all confirmed that the mysterious sounds seem to be an encrypted message relating to the authenticity of the DaVinci Code.)
“Is that a boom mic or are you just excited to see me?”
It’s taken me half my life to win this pig kissin’ contest y’all and fer someone to suggest the contest was fixed, well, Ah’m just shocked. Shocked, I say!
“I just want to say hi to my mom and dad.”
Hi Mom!
Hi Dad!
Oh, I also want to tell my dog Gypsy hi too.
Hi Gypsy.