Time for the Thursday OTB Caption ContestTM
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Winners will be announced Monday PM
The Giant Soda guy was afraid to show up on Coney Island due to Mayor Bloomberg’s new “big soda” policy
3rd annual gathering of the condiment club.
The Anthony Wiener support group?
“Mayo’s gonna be late again. Problems with his expiration date.”
I swear, the next guy that yells “Where’s the Beef?” at me is gonna regret it!
“Now that’s a Death Panel”
“Do we really want to join up with Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms?”
Fast food is people! PEEEEOOOOPPPPLLLEEEE!!!!!
Only half of the Ten Condiments apply on the 4th.
Hotdog: “So is the onion a penalty or a tax?”
Michelle Obama’s worst nightmare. Let’s move…closer to the hotdog stand
The Wicked Witch of the West and her sister share a bad dream after Burrito Night.
No, eat me.”
Aqua Teen Hunger Force, the Broadway musical.
5 out of 5 food groups recommend fasting to celebrate Independence Day.
Hot dog: “…and so I just told him: “Bite me.”
Hot dog: “The President asked me if I “relished” the thought of him and me but I told him he couldn’t cut the mustard.” (OK- apologies to all readers. I know it was a “corn dog” joke.)
Relish: “Good thing Sandra Fluke didn’t show up, she thinks condiments should be free.”
Ketchup: “That’s condoms, moron.”
“Look, if we split up we can cover more ground. I highly doubt a sandwich bag of chopped onions could’ve gotten far.”
“Baby, how you were made could be turned into a very sexy Modern Marvels episode.”
“The hell, Relish? I thought we said no corporate sponsors!”
The director asked for condom mints, but what he got instead was a whole new direction in character porn.
“Hey, I just found out I am the only one here that if someone doesn’t buy me, they have to pay a penalty tax! What do you think of that, losers?”
Homeland Security surveils suspected homegrown terrorist cell.
Did you ever notice no one ever dresses up like tofu or rice cakes
A dog without mustard and ketchup is….well….a limp dog……
Hotdog: “OK, How do I tell if I’m a Chicago Style Hotdog?”
Fries: “After you die, you keep voting in presidential elections.”
Fries and Relish: “We’re from the government and we’re here to help.”
Hot dog to condiments: “Put these gloves on before you touch my wiener.”
Tummy Rumble Down at the Food Court: “Fries, you crash the ‘Churro Cart’. Relish, you hit the ‘Hummus Hut’. Mustard and Ketchup, you two shoot up the ‘Salsa Bar’ — and I mean hit that sauce hard — while I whack the ‘Gyros Shack’.”
“Everybody scatter! The First Lady has just entered the Food Court! I repeat: The First Lady has just entered the Food Court! Every condiment and Hotdog for themselves!”
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