The Maverick Tribe

"This may explain the enormous, dead hooker we saw yesterday."  

For those of you who haven't picked up a New Yorker in the last couple years, a little background.  The New Yorker has a regular feature where they publish one of their iconic cartoons sans caption.  So what you get is a drawing of something incongruous or absurd, and readers submit suggestions for a funny caption.  The editors then publish the three cleverest submissions, and then the readers vote for their favorite.

The feature has become quite a hit, so I guess it was only a matter of time before someone developed the Anti-Caption Contest.  Basically, the contest is:  What is the most terrible caption you can think of?  Morbid, puerile, overly literal... there are many strategies.  I have to say the results had me rolling on the floor.  A perfect marriage, I suppose, between my egghead-y and depraved sides.  Here are a few others I thought were particularly special (perhaps a regular feature on this blog?):

"Why, I just got out of a toxic relationship, and I could really use a drink! No, but seriously, there was a chemical spill over on 43rd and hundreds are dead. I'm surprised you haven't heard."

"What do you think this is, fucking Highlights?"

"Nice parking job, asshole."