Caption Contest: Total Bull
1 December 2008 | 9:35 AM
If your Thanksgiving weekend was anything like mine, you’re spending today double-fisting duiretics and anxiety medication, desperately hoping to get back to your pre-meal weight and sanity. Well, good luck with that. In the meantime, why not give this latest caption contest a try while you wait for everything to kick in?

All right, people, you know the drill: submit your entry as a comment on this post; profanity remains acceptable, if not downright encouraged; submit as many captions as you wish; those submissions which play upon thinly-veiled sexual and/or otherwise juvenile material will receive higher consideration than others; all entries must be submitted before the contest is over; the winner will be selected by a one-man electoral college of me.
All entries must be received by 5:00p CDT on Tuesday, December 2, 2008. This contest’s winner will receive an awesome plate of sugar cookies baked by yours truly and frosted lovingly (if not necessarily exactingly) by my children.
Let’s get rolling, folks: don’t leave me in the lurch, forced to amuse myself. Nothing good can come from that.
After considerable deliberation, I’ve elected to anoint Fran as the winner of this contest. While it’s true that this is partly because she probably knows a dozen ways to make my eyes literally fall out of my head, it’s mostly because of this, excellent entry:
“In hindsight, paying the scalper the extra 50 bucks for better seats might NOT have been the best decision.”
For her effort, Fran will be receiving a shipment of home-made sugar-cookies, painstakingly (emphasis on “pain”) decorated by my children who were under the illusion that I am a good father and was going to allow them to eat them.
Good work, all of you: while you didn’t necessarily make me proud, you did at least make me laugh, and that’s something.
Posted by Andy in Caption Contests
In hindsight, paying the scalper the extra 50 bucks for better seats might NOT have been the best decision.
Pablo learned an important lesson that day – never call a bull a pussy when you are sitting in the front row.
“Ooooh, Marcel – we should really make these things wear underpants!”
Fuck this! Its not gonna roll like that. Some pinche cabron stickin’ spears up my ass? If I’m goin’ down, I’m takin’ some of the bastards with me…that’s right puta! Didn’t know a 2-ton bull could jump?!? Arriba!
Quick! How do you say “but I’m a vegetarian” in bull-ish?
“Sure those dudes in the FRONT row are pissing themselves, but, luckily Maria, you and I are TOTALLY safe here in the SECOND row.”