Caption Contest
Time for a Bonus OTB Caption ContestTM
I have the week off, I’m bored and commenting seems off this week, though there is plenty of news. I’ve finished configuring my wireless router so I can now use my work laptop to blog from anywhere in the house. Time for a bonus caption contest to end Friday PM
AP Photo/Dean Hoffmeyer, Richmond Times-Dispatch
The Monday Contest is still open until Thursday PM.
“I have to wear the nose, too?”
Sure, it LOOKS silly… but these babies are LOADED, Herman….
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So, YOU’RE the new communications officer, eh?
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It’s the radiation from the weapons they swore weren’t here.
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Man, now that I’m out of Missouri I can REALLY let my true feeling out, I would of shot wearing this in town, thank GOD for Operation Iraqi Freedom it has let me come out of the closet!
I’m a reindeer lover!!
**sniff** I just wish my fellow men back home in Missouri could share the freedom I have here in Iraq. **sob**
So, do you think he knows I was the one that put the “Just Kick Me” sign on his back?
Omigod! You DO have Barbra’s nose!
In the only photograph to survive security efforts, U.S. troops are seen preparing for a super-secret Christmastime offensive, “Operation Reindeer Games.”
The hard part was cutting the holes in my helmet to stick them through it.
Corporal, if you say, “Can you hear me now?” one more time, I’m gonna frag you!
Rudolph the red-faced commando
Had a very unique helmet…
“No WMD my ass…all I know is that I dug my fox hole next to that yellow dust over there…and now look at me.”
“Bummer of a birthmark, Hal.”
“I can’t wear these? Whatever happened to ‘be all you can be?'”
“And your orders, soldier, took you AWOL for two days and all you can recall is some reindeer games?”
Between the long time away from home and the “no fraternization” I am really getting horny.
“Sergeant, I checked with the CO and he says ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ doesn’t cover this.”
“Soldier, nobody likes a smart aleck, and it sure does seem like you’ve got an antler for everything.”
Don’t worry – it happens to a lot of guys the first time they get perfumed letters.
Ok Bill…Now all you have to do is run across that open field….
Dude, you look like a total fag.
“Hey, soldier — where’s the stag party?”
Why? Because no one could shoot Rudolph!
You’re from TX and you have horns? I guess that you really are a steer.
Preparing for a secret mission on Christmas Eve, a member of Special Forces dons “local garb” before deployment to a highly classified Artic region.
Alright soldier – you can guide my Humvee tonight.
Todd hated to go anywhere without his Slab Grab. Not to brag, but he’s now called The Grill God.
Some reporter from Chicago gave ’em to me to wear tonight at the Rumsfeild press conference.
Nah, Sarge, we got through OK…seems the insurgents figured it was some kinda new secret weapon!
The Pentagon brass have ordered the testing of a new radar device on the streets of Mozul.
Alright Cupid, you take Donner, Blizten and Comet and work your way around the back of that Mosque. And take the damned sleigh bells off first.
What antlers?
“You’ve got to be joking.”
“Look, if I were joking I would’ve said, ‘what do you do with a reindeer with three balls? You walk him and pitch to the rhino.'”
(Hot Shots homage)
(Another Hot Shots homage)
I look out there at all you wonderful guys and I say to myself, “what I wouldn’t give to be twenty years younger . . . and a woman.”