Monday, January 4, 2016

New Yorker Anti-Caption Contest No. 505


19 comments:

  1. "Yeah, I get it. You're from the Permian and I'll never get a perm."

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  2. "Dude, where's my dog?"

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  3. "Well you go out there and tell Billy that body shaming is not OK."

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  4. "Why do I still see kids playing on the lawn?"

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  5. "That's just great. Bobby's homework is an enigma inside an alligator wrapped around a dog."

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  6. Greenie-Stik-M-CapsJanuary 4, 2016 at 7:48 PM

    "Al in gator?"

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  7. Where's your brother? I SAID I wanted Crocs for Christmas.

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  8. "Oh it's you, sorry about that flush down the toilet thing six months ago. No hard feelings?"

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  9. I don't care if you come from a long line of nocturnal ambush predators. I told you to be back by 11.

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  10. "Rumor has it, you ate Little TIMMY ... Don't gimme ... That's a Crock, That's a Crock!"

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  11. "For someone who started out in life as a croc baby, I expected you to be in da Nile.

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  12. "Honey, I've modified our front door to make things easier for your mother."

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  13. Good job on the wind sprints. Now hit the deck and give me 50 push..oh never mind.

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  14. "You ate two midgets? No, I don't mind."

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  15. "The lab called ... Your positive for Gatoraids!"

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  16. "And wipe that Shih Tzu-eating grin off your face!"

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  17. "Look, you don't use the doggy door when my wife or I are taking a shit."

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  18. "No you may not go swimming in the creek with Billy and Andy."

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