Contest No. 183 starts right now.
Briefly, here are the details: I’ll supply a drawing of one of my old cartoons that has never been published, leaving off my caption. You are invited to supply your funniest captions. Simply (1) click on “See Comments and Add Your Own”. Then (2) scroll down past any other submitted captions and type in your name and your caption in the spaces provided. Then (3) click “Save”.
Your caption (or captions) will be posted after I review your submission. However, no captions at all will be posted for the first few days of each contest. This is to give everybody a chance to submit their spontaneous, gut-instinct caption without fear of discovering that it was ripped off by somebody else’s similar spontaneous, gut-instinct caption. This is an equal opportunity contest!
There is no limit on the number of captions you may enter for each drawing, but I will only post and consider the first 15 captions from any contestant. Entries will be accepted and posted for one week, after which a winner will be announced and the winning caption will be printed. Below that I will also print my original caption.
The cut-off time and date for you to send in your captions is midnight Wednesday, February 16, 2022.
I will be the sole judge. The winning caption will be the one I judge to be the funniest one submitted (not necessarily the one that matches or comes closest to my original caption). Additional rules and regulations, for those of you who need such things, can be found here.
Below is the drawing that needs your funny captions. This is another oldie – – so old that I didn’t even assign a cartoon number to it. And I see that I finished it off with a brush, so it goes back to a time long ago when I was experimenting with various drawing tools and techniques. Well, of course it never sold, and now that I look at my original caption, I can say that I don’t blame the Cartoon Editors for thoroughly rejecting it. Let’s see if you Captioneers can do any better!
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“No, I don’t want the children’s menu.”
“Why are you suggesting the shrimp?”
“Yes, you can help me. Wipe that stupid smile off your face.”
“Yes, I said a short stack and a small orange juice. What’s so funny about that?”
“See my ID . . . you’re questioning that I’m under eight?”
“No ‘Biebes’ on the menu . . . really, and you call this a
restaurant?”
“I knew we should have gone to Chuck E. Cheese!”
“Would you have anything in a gluten-free, sugar-free,
peanut-free kid’s meal, with no GMOs?”
“Nothing personal, Mister . . . but, you’re no Ronald
MacDonald!”
“Yes, I would like the shrimp cocktail.”
“I used to come here when I was little.”
“My eyes are bigger than my stomach. No, seriously, they are.”
“I’m so hungry I could eat a colt.”
“I’ll start with a small garden salad, balsamic very light, then the mac & cheese, al dente, water, no ice, and a glazed donut to finish it off. He’ll have whatever the kitchen calls tonight’s special!”
“Why does he get a menu and I get a coloring book?”
I’d like whatever side of the mushroom you ate.
“Do you use shortening in your cooking?”
“I look up to waiters.”
Indulgent but distant parenting? Why do you ask?
“No we don’t want a booster seat . . . what are you, a wise
guy . . . you can see my son is a grown man!”
“You’re amused because I worked here, as a ‘short-order
cook?'”
“I say it’s spinach, and I say to hell with it!”
“I’ll have a Napoleon cocktail with the short ribs.”
“He’ll have the strawberry shortcake and I’ll have a tall,
mixed drink!”
“No, I don’t want the nuggets and fries.”
“We’ll see how short I am come tip time.”
Stop smirking, I am old enough to order liquor with my meal.
I need you to bring me a high chair so I can wipe that smile off your face!
“I hear your short ribs are very good”