OTB Caption Contest
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Photo by RICARDO MORAES/REUTERS
Winners will be announced after Friday PM.
Photo by RICARDO MORAES/REUTERS
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Time for the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Winners will be announced after Friday PM.
“They heard the hum of the motors, they counted the rotors, and waited for us to arrive…and we would all go down together.”
Hey! You! Yeah you on the right! Get with the program!
God damn Protestant.
Oh sure, you’ll have your luggage first thing tomorrow… Stupid airlines.
99 bottles of beer in the wall, 99 bottles of beer…. take one down….
Just for fun, Pope Francis hired an instructor to teach Cardinals how to do the “wave.”
“We surrender!”
I never knew doing the wave was a sacrement.
Gay? Hell, yeah we’re gay. Why else would we wear these purple sashes and wave our hands like Princesses. Now…where are the young boys we were promised?
“Yo, dudes! I know the samba beat is tricky, but if Richard Feynman could manage it, so can you! So don’t be giving me that ‘separate domains’ crap.”
Just throw your hands in the air…
and wave them as if there are no eternal repercussions.
“we are the world, we are the children…”
“Ok, who’s seen Weiner’s latest tweet?”
Oh yeah…raise the roof!!!!
We’re the wealthiest corporation in the US…and it’s all tax-free, baby…
“Take me out to the ball game …”
It’s just a jump to the left…
It’s fun to stay at the Y…
I didn’t get a harrumph out of that guy.
We are all individuals…
Facere Hokey Pokey et vertere causa finalis est.
(stage right,) Doug Mataconis crashes the enclave while ( near top center), Rodney Dill eggs him on.
Man in middle: “What is this, milking the giant invisible cow now?”
Baseball zealots.
Wave your hands in the air like you don’t care, glide by the people as they stop to look and stare…
Oooh, baby, baby. Baby, baby. Oooh, baby, baby. Baby, baby. Push it good. Push it real good. Ah, push it. Ah, push it
Teaching the bishops the wave was a little harder than anticipated.
Lighten up Francis.
Now shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Come on, are you from the Vatican or the Vatican’t?
Cause tonight we’re going to party like it’s 999.
Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet. Million dollar penthouse and people on the street. Pact in the sun, shade by foreign debt, amnesia in the Sambadrome, Pope Francis is gonna sweat.
“Celibate good times! Come on! Let’s celibate! Celibate good times! Come on…!”
Titians on the ceiling, the Raphaelos so nice, and he said, “We are all just parishioners here of our own device.” “Repent,” said the frocked man, “We are programmed to receive, you can confess any time you like, here your sins you’ll leave.”
Titians on the ceiling, the Raphaelos so nice, and he said, “We are all just parishioners here of our own device.” “Repent,” said the frocked man, “We are programmed to receive, you can confess any thing you like, here your sins you leave.”
Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Spam. Glorious Spam!
Do they know it’s Ramadan at all?
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the fandango? Thunderbolts and lightening, very, very frightening me!
Robed in black with purple sashes, the Pope from Ipanema he passes, and when he passes, each prelate he passes goes, ahhh……
“Everybody put your hands in the air and say hey, I say hey, hey…Yeah, straight outta Compton comes this dude….Yeah, this mean mother is some righteous dude…I say hey, hey, hey…”.
“This is the end….my only friends…this the end…..father?….Yes son, I want to…..mother…..”.
“Get your motor runnin’….Head out on the highway….Looking for adventure….Whatever comes our way…..Born to be wild…”.
“I’m too sexy for my shirt….. too sexy for my shirt ….so sexy that it hurts…”.
I go to Rio!
When my Pontiff smiles at me,
I go to Rio, de Janeieo!
“Nah, nah nah nah, hey hey-aaay goodbye!”
How long have I been sleeping?
How long have I been driftin alone through the night?
How long have I been running for that morning flight,
Through the whispered promises and the changing light,
Of the bed where we both lie,
Prelate for the sky?
Woody says, “Reach for the sky.”
Who let the domini-canes out?
The pope invited the three bishops who followed the full YMCA routine for special counseling afterwards.
Anthony Weiner’s historic vow of celibacy begins.
Could we please have a volunteer to help find a little lost boy?