Monday, September 28, 2015

New Yorker Anti-Caption Contest No. 492


24 comments:

  1. "You know, I heard stories about you Hollywood types and the casting couch…."

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  2. "It's not a couch, toots. Take off your clothes."

    Jim Cavanaugh

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  3. "I smelled fish so I pulled out the fly rod. What??"

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  4. "You can't catch a cold, and you call yourself a hooker!?"

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  5. "I beg you mister... Please let me leave."

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  6. Yes, al, we know what fisting means. We also know what topiary means.

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  7. What say we wrap this up and go moose hunting in the den?

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  8. I promise things will get back to normal when I get my Viagra refill.

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  9. “Guys don’t usually take me along when they go fishing. And while I’m thinking of it, what kind of fish is a jail?”

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  10. "Are you reelin' in the beers...?"

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  11. "It's not as much fun without your little dinghy."

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  12. "My main squeeze is in my left hand."

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  13. "I know, I know ... Last time we did this ... You came home with a Red Snapper!"

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  14. "Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me."

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  15. "There is a hooker pun to me made here but I can't think of it. Blow job?"

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  16. "Give a man sex and he'll be content for a day. Teach him how to fish and he won't need sex forever."

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  17. "I heard you swallow hook, line, and sinker."

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  18. Cover your self ... Your giving me a wet fly!

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  19. Funny, something does smell fishy.

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  20. Greenie-Stik-M-CapsOctober 2, 2015 at 9:44 PM

    "Welcome to the Baits Motel."

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  21. Pretty exciting! this is funny ;)

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  22. I'd like to add you to my professional network on LinkedIn

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