Comments on: Caption Contest #4

By: Kim

Kim — Sun, 11 May 2008 03:46:10 +0000

This sure would cut down on traffic jams!

By: senta

senta — Sun, 11 May 2008 00:24:08 +0000

Awesome!

By: benconservato

benconservato — Sat, 10 May 2008 14:56:11 +0000

Sure it, I love it!

By: Alina

Alina — Fri, 09 May 2008 22:27:29 +0000

This is brilliant!

By: ~kevin

~kevin — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 03:40:31 +0000

did anyone at least get the Nancy Sinatra reference?

By: nathan118

nathan118 — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 18:28:43 +0000

Yay!

By: Heidi

Heidi — Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:16:45 +0000

You can start calling these things “caption collectives” once I’ve won a Wally Award! I’m joking, sarcasm’s a little tough to pull off in type . I just enjoy writing silly stories, and reading everyone’s entries. Thanks for the inspirational outlet.
Hope you and Denise are doing well. Isnt she almost done w/ school/work in SD? She must be so excited. Where to next?

By: ~the kevin

~the kevin — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:13:25 +0000

Harold, the oldest son of the Lady who lived in the shoe, tired of broth and wanting some bread, sick of being whipped and sent to bed; left home in search of his own identity, the joys and freedoms of self-sufficiency. He applied and was hired at the QuickShoe Cab Company. “Let Our Shoes Do The Walking!” Harold was not oblivious to the irony of his podiatary life, but who would have guessed Nancy Sinatra would be his wife?

By: nathan118

nathan118 — Wed, 16 Apr 2008 05:33:44 +0000

Ralph had been driving the death coach for 17 years. Every wrinkle on his downtrodden face came from that which he was an accomplice to. On the first Saturday of every month Ralph drove three people to the chamber of doom. All three would enter, but only one would exit. With every fight to the death Ralph carried the pain of the victims. Today was no different.

In the top chamber was Kyle Martin, an all-american football player turned cage fighter. He was a seasoned veteran, fit and trained. Ralph knew Kyle was the favorite in today’s match.

Below him was Munster Von Munster. Ralph knew little about the man other than the German grumbling he heard when the man boarded, but there was something unsettling about him. His eyes were those of a killer.

Finally there was Sasha Klipner and her killer Chihuahaha. All though she had never been convicted, most intelligent people agreed that Sasha was behind the massive Chihuahaha killing at last year’s Westminster Dog Show. The authorities could never prove it, but when she was the only remaining trainer, people began to talk.

On the long trek over Ralph tried not to think too much. Over his career he’d learned not to develop an emotional bond with his passengers. It was difficult not to on the five minute drive across town, and heck, psychopathic killers make some great conversation, but Ralph held back. The death coach would not remember it’s occupants, and neither would Ralph.

By: Heidi

Heidi — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 07:11:11 +0000

Alright my schnuckiputzi, here it is:

While enjoying the impressive architecture, Jones contemplated the cheerlessness that accompanied the Grunbahn family’s acquisition of wealth.
Peter, the baby of the family, was given all he asked for and could still produce an impressive tantrum when neccessity required. Unfortunately, w/ Peter’s low IQ, self absorbtion, and obsession with all things twisted, he never managed to enjoy the great views provided him.
Heinrich, the misanthropic German leader in luxury double and triple decker automobiles, had always avoided his children, and was grateful for the continued peace and quiet his Drei Decker EX afforded him. Though less repugnant than the rest of the Grunbahn family, his perpetual application of mustache wax could be quite unsettling.
Anika, w/ her steely attitude and blase air was the coldest of them all, caring only for Adolf, her over-indulged chihuahua. Many, including Jones, believe Adolf buried the evidence from her third husband’s disappearance.
As Jones chaufeurred the Grunbahns to The Siebenschläfer Festival, and pondered these things, he thanked God that he was not one of them.