Monday, June 29, 2015

New Yorker Anti-Caption Contest No. 481


18 comments:

  1. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's Stanley."

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  2. "I could have sworn you were a teacher, until I saw you have no pupils. Nor a mouth, but who's counting?"

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  3. Tell me, Mrs. Anderson, what good is a giant cake if you are unable to eat?

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  4. "No Mr. Bond, I expect you to eat pie."

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  5. "Please help me. I've just escaped from Betty Crocker Research Labs. Huh, I would have expected more than one person at a bachelorette party."

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  6. "In Soviet bulimia, cake comes out of you."

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  7. What flavor is it? Technically it's vanilla, but at this point it's more like vanilla and farts.

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  8. "Thank God you're straight! I won't pop out for lesbos!"

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  9. See? I can have my cake and eat you too!

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  10. (What boneguy probably meant to say was…)

    Why wait any longer for the world to begin
    You can have your cake and eat it too
    Why wait any longer for the one you love
    When he's standing in front of you.

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  11. Of course there's a woman in this cake. What do you think I'm standing on?

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  12. "I wouldn't be here without your mother's full support."

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  13. No, the creamy filling has to be sucked out of me.

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  14. "Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jack gotta hold of his candlestick."

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  15. I guess a blow job is out of the question.

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  16. You must be the stripper!

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