OTB Caption Contest
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
REUTERS/Zain Karam
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
REUTERS/Zain Karam
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Winners will be announced Thursday PM
Ghostbuster with the new smaller nuclear accelerator
While my guitar gently weeps.
Ironically, he was strumming “Blowin’ in the Wind”
Imagine. Trying the John Lennon way might work, nothing else has.
If he only had a banjo, he could have left the AK at home while clearing the street.
♬
I’m just a typical Assyrian boy,
from a typical Assyrian town.
I believe in Allah, the holy fatwa’s
and keepin’ Assad’s boys down…
♬
Sing softly and carry a big damn stick.
You’re sure you don’t have any change to support a struggling musician?
Spurned by One Direction, Marsi set off to build his own boy band, one way or another.
With the notable exception of Justin Timberlake, the post-N*SYNC years have been rough for the hiatus-stuck boy banders but especially so for one Joey Fatone. From shark finning to war-zone troubadouring, he’s always looking for the next chance to prove himself. Next on VH1’s Behind the Music.
Livin on a prayer
This machine kills fascists. Literally.
But nothing cleared the streets faster than Tito’s rendition of “Take a Walk on the Wild Side.”
Desperado II
“All the criminals cleared the streets when they heard El
MaruichiMariachi was in town.”And that, my little ones, is how we reached the Arab Ac-chord.
“♪Killing Me Softly with His Song♪”
“No one could clear the streets of criminals better than
Mayor MaruichiEl Mariachi.”“This is definitely going to get me laid, right?”
OTB Exclusive on the whereabouts of Jay Tea.
Where the Streets Have No Name
FORWARD!
On his way home from the wedding, Ahmed suddenly realized he didn’t play the guitar and he’d never learned to shoot an AK rifle. Then he understood why the streets were empty.
Suddenly, it occurred to this Rasmussen poll taker that it wasn’t the gun scaring respondents away.
With a full magazine and a guitar, Ahmed was ready to rock and roll in more ways than one.
Hoping to breathe new life into their franchises, the creators of Guitar Hero and Call of Duty. join forces.
Achmed’s American host family neglected to inform him that the balloon-shooting gallery at the Octoberfest street fair provided its own weaponry.
Romeo knew Juliet would be surprised he’d learned to play the guitar. As for her father, well, Romeo had a surprise that SOB, too.
Few people know that the 1960s western TV series was originally entitled, “Have Gun, Will Travel. Have Guitar, Will Play.”
“Now I just need to find Noah’s Deli…”
The man Ahmed was going to see was a traitor. But Ahmed couldn’t remember whether he’d been told to make him pay or make him play.
The dusky houses about Ahmed stood faint and tall and dim; the trees towards the park were growing black. Night, the mother of fear and mystery, was coming. Then suddenly a change, the passing of something–he knew not what–and then a stillness that could be felt. Nothing but this gaunt quiet.
Aleppo’s ruins about him gazed at him spectrally. The windows in the white houses were like the eye sockets of skulls. About him his imagination found a thousand noiseless enemies moving. Terror seized him, a horror of his temerity. He turned ran headlong from this unendurable stillness.
An insane resolve possessed him. He would die and end it. And he would save himself even the trouble of killing himself.
He knew he would die, but unlike so many of his countrymen, he would die fighting and singing.
With apologies to H.G. Wells
“I can’t hear you; I have a banana clip in my ass.”
Can you tell me how to get,
How to get to Sesame Street
♫We will, we will, rock you — Everybody Now! — We will, we will, rock you♫
♫We will, we will, rocket you — Everybody Now! — We will, we will, rocket you♫
“First, I will play for you a lovely ballad on my guitar. Then, I WILL KILL YOU!”
“Hey, Dude. Check it out. I think the Battle of the Bands is just about to get serious.”
No one knew for sure if MTV’s Syria Unplugged would be a hit or not. So everybody held their breath, kept their fingers crossed and their body armor close by.
Unable to afford a turntable, Abdul’s rendition of MIA’s ‘Paper Planes’ was a little more gangsta.
Sweet Home Tal Abyad?