Caption Contest
Rodney Dill
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Monday, February 28, 2005
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34 comments
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
(AFP/Maxim Marmur)
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
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About Rodney Dill
Rodney is an IT Implementation Consultant in the Motor City and working within the Automotive Industry. He contributed to OTB from November 2004 until retiring in July 2017, hosting some 1200 OTB Caption Contests.
“I’d like you to meet my brother, Raymond.”
“Vlad, old buddy, if you don’t stop trying that old bogus KGB death-crush handshake crap, you’ll discover the meaning of the word impalee….”
“Hey Vladimir, I’d like to know your secrets to getting rid of people you don’t like.”
“No need for you to wind my wristwatch Mr. Putin – it’s an automatic……”
You wanted the chili…
Right there, George. THAT is Ivan Ratherovich. I want to get rid of him like you got rid of those CBS people.
Cheer up, Vlad. The EU will implode and soon it will be ‘just us’ again.
“I knew it was you, Fredo.”
“If you think I can fire Dan Rather, then I guess you believe that I can have you fired as well, Vladimir.”
Bush and Putin present the Oscar for Best Disinformation to the former Iraqi Minister of Information.
Speaking under his breath, Bush informed Putin either he gets his act in gear or face a visit to Moscow by the Riceinator.
Vlad, I’m looking into your eyes. What’s up with your soul bud? And this funeral home death parlor you’re sporting. You can’t get a tanning bed there at the Kremlin?
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And for my next trip I’ll sit this dummy on my lap and make him talk. See? My lips aren’t even moving.
#1
Bush demonstrates that bit of wisdom from The Godfather: Keep your family close but your enemies closer
#2
With friends like Chirac and Putin, who needs enemies?
#3
As the two shook hands, Bush craftily checked the Russian for wires.
Don’t worry, Vlad, it’s just a photo op, and you can sign that treaty with Iran in a couple of days…
So, Vlad, are you going to play ball with us or am I gonna have to stomp a new a**hole into my favorite roosky? Nice tie by the way…
“I, George Bush, take this man to be my lawful wedded husband . . .”
Don’t worry, Vlad. We’re soulmates. I won’t let a silly little thing like selling nuke to Iran get in the way of that.
Bush whispers: Now Vladimir, I’m a nice guy. But if you claim that I got Rove to plant those Word Docs and fired Dannyboy once more, I’ll have to strangle you.
For the exciting conclusion of his ventriloquism routine, Bush wowed the audience by drinking a glass of water while Putin sang The Party is Over.
See everybody, I’m taller and have more hair….
Emboldened by recent successes in foreign policy, an overconfident Bush went a step too far announcing that Putin is “now his bitch”.
George, it’s better out of the closet. Trust me.
“We do.”
Hold me Vlad, don’t say a word – just hold me.
“Vat da ya meen ya dint fire Dan Radder? En Roosha, vee haws vays of makin hem tak.”
“Yes, I got his Rolex. Next, I’ll go fo the wallet.”
Texas Chainsaw Barbecue
I’ve been soaking them in Palmolive, George…
Vlad, if you release those tapes of our conversations, so help me…
Wrapping up his meeting with President Bush, Putin’s thoughts quickly drifted to the oligarc he would usurp when he got back to Moscow. And that pesky reporter who had written all those lies… Knowing what he had to do, he felt better already!
“Do you, Putin, promise to love, honor and obey and forsaking all others, be faithful forever?”
“No, no, no boys! Decide who is going to lead and that person places his left arm behind the partner’s waist. Begin again.”
Under the glare of the kliegs, it looked like a narrow win for Russian botox.
“It’s ok baby, we can go back to the white house and cuddle.”