Monday, July 27, 2015

New Yorker Anti-Caption Contest No. 484





17 comments:

  1. "You know old chap, my favorite part of playing pocket pool is chalking my cue."

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  2. "That getup don't fool me none. I'll bet you can't play worth shit."

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  3. "Kiss shot in your crotch with reverse English!

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  4. Next time you try out for staff jouster at the Excalibur, bring a bigger stick.

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  5. "Tee time? That's golf you moron."

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  6. So, why'd you move from Minnesota to Manchester, Fats?

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  7. "Nah. Around here we just call it a bridge, not a London Bridge."

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  8. "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to break."

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  9. "I'd comment, old man, but that would be like giving a donkey strawberrys."

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  10. Greenie-Stik-M-CapsJuly 30, 2015 at 7:03 PM

    "That takes balls."

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  11. "Death of Anti-Cap imminent, I repeat, death of Anti-Cap imminent."

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  12. "Been dying ever since Jew jokes became taboo."

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  13. "You say blimey and I say blow me. Let's call the whole thing off."

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  14. "Snooker? I barely knew her!"

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  15. "Banks shot in your side pocket."

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  16. This has got to be one of the worst cartoon ideas ever.

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  17. NJ2TX, you've got that right! The New Yorker didn't get very many contest entries either, only half of their usual number.

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