It’s Wednesday and that means it’s time for Caption This. Here’s this weeks picture:
Here are the rules to participate (and I hope you do):
- Provide, in the comment section, what you think the caption to this picture should be. If you want to enter more than one caption, I’ll consider it cheating and I have no problem with that whatsoever. This is dog eat dog.
- All entries must be in by midnight on Thursday, Pacific Time.
- On Friday I will announce the winner based on humor, creativity, uniqueness, or just because I damn well please. Bribes are graciously accepted and nepotism is standard practice.
This weeks celebrity guest judges, Bradley Cooper and Chris Hemsworth, will join me in selecting a winner who will receive the beautiful Crotchety’s Golden Unicorn Award.
Good luck to all the contestants!
An aspiring anthropologist, Edward begins to suspect that he isn’t fitting in with the We’d’ding Tribe.
“Don’t look now, but Uncle Rufus showed up anyway. Hope he didn’t bring a +1.”
As Stacey’s gown sinks slowly toward the sand, Leland tries to remain inconspicuous until it hits bottom.
Little did Tommy realize that calling her number would lead to a striptease by Jenny’s dad as part of the ceremony!
Gerard wistfully wonders if he will get to wear white for his his wedding…..
Oops. Haney
The I do and the I did-way too much.
Dress optional
Is it time for me to sing “All of Me”?
Meet Carl, not only the best man at his friend Mark’s wedding, but also the groundbreaking surrogate “mother” of the newlywed couple’s first child.
Little did they know that this was Bob’s beach and you don’t mess with Bob, especially when he has an unmanned drone locked onto your wedding gown!
Merman Bob took one last look at his daughter before returning to the sea. He thought of how lucky he was to have raised such a beautiful woman and how stupid she was for making a deal with a giant purple octopus woman to become a human in exchange for her voice. Oh well. Her husband will live happily ever after.
Whoever won, Jess (and I haven’t gotten there yet), this one was my favorite!
HAHAHA!!! I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t win but I had fun.
It was really, really a tough call this week
Bob stood there solemn and morose. He couldn’t see the bride’s boobs from this angle. Luckily, Sneaky Joe the photographer had him covered.
I’m impressed with the creativity today. Lots of good chuckles. Keep ’em coming
The Secret Service trying to be incognito at a high profile wedding.
Hmmmm. I wonder how that dress would look on me?
“If I photobomb this couple enough, think they’ll give me a little beer money to leave?”
Pictured: Hank, first known serial photobomber.* (*Wikipedia: citation needed.)
“That could’ve been me. THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME!”
At that moment, the couple wondered if their decision to have the reception before the ceremony was a bad choice.
Not only did Uncle Mike have too much cake, he got drunk, stripped down to his undies, and photobombed my wedding.
NO! You CAN’T marry your sister!
I would look much prettier in that dress.