Monday, June 6, 2005
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
“Didn’t that guy say there was a school of fish over here?”
just when you thought it was safe to stand in line at the concession stand…
A controversial new law has forced attorneys to wear hats to identify themselves…
Anybody seen Verne Troyer? I need to open my beer.
I’m SURE they said this is where the Jimmy Buffett concert is…
Supporters of the “Kill the Whales” environmentalist group show off their new marketing ideas.
* ” Gooday, Bruce… and remember…Fish are freinds, not food!”
* Stan had told them they wouldn’t be attacked by the Stingrays if they dressed like sharks. The ruse had worled so far, because none of them reasoned that they’d not been attacked by stingrays because they weren’t actally in the water.
You got fins to the left, fins to the right,
and your the only bait in town…
Fish heads. Fish heads.
Roly-poly fish heads.
Fish heads. Fish heads.
Eat them up, yum.
We need a bigger boat!
Those who arrived early for the first meeting of the Stefan Sharkansky Fan Club discussed the specific meaning of “going overboard.”
Jeeves finally agreed with Bertie on a matter sartorial:
“I fear you may be correct Sir, hats do seem to have jumped the shark”.
Protestors jeer at the rise of CEO salaries and the corporate sharks, while the sardines get nothing but popcorn shrimp.
The board propsed a new method to tell the participants from the media at this year’s Trial Lawyers’ Conference.
Overheard in San Jose: “What do you mean they canceled the hockey season?”
Models show us the latest “Karl Rove Line” of beachwear.
Call your Psychiatrist to see if a sharkcap is right for you.
Just like sharks, dorks also travel in packs.
Warning: If erections last more tha 48 hours call your local ichthyologist.
Dammit! I think we’ve been had.
Because I posted late, I’ll try the bottom of the barrel.
Huh….I thought I smelled dead fish over here somewhere
The Snodgrass Family did not blend in with the locals in Helsinki as well as they anticipated.
No, you frikkin’ idiots. I said sharks with frikkin’ laser beams attached to their heads. Not laser-brains with frikkin’ sharks attached to their heads! Throw me a frikkin’ bone here.
The trio ruminates over the meaning of chum.
“Funny place, this. You get drunk. Your head visits the loo. Sharks brand you. Morning comes and humanity greets you with ‘Ahhhh, hungover then, dearie? Have some hair of the dog.'”
I’d like you to meet an old school CHUM of mine.
Kerry supporters on the look out for a “Swift Boat” vet.
Stan smells Tuna during the
PHISH-head reunion at Red Lobster.
“Honey, can we go back to the old look? This new look is getting me too many looks.”
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Caption Contest Winners
Race Riot in California Jail Kills One, Wounds Twenty
Geno Auriemma and John Wooden
OTB Caption JamTM
Washington, D.C. Has A Post-Season Baseball Team For The First Time Since 1933