Contest No. 204 starts right now.
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. To enter your caption, 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”. There is no charge to submit captions, and the only prize is the honor of being one of the funniest people around.
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 will 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. Every posted caption has a notation as to the date and time it was received. 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 reveal my original caption. I am the sole judge and the winning caption will be the one I deem to be the funniest one submitted (not necessarily the one that matches or comes closest to my original caption).
The cut-off time and date for you to send in your captions is midnight Wednesday, September 27, 2023.
Below is the drawing that needs your funny captions. This is another really ancient cartoon of mine — I’m guessing that I probably originally drew it about 60 or 65 years ago. Good luck, Captioneers!
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My answer is “yarr”.
“No Harold, I won’t marry you! You’re just too cartoonish.”
“If I say yes, can I call you sweet-cheeks and snuggle-bunny in front of your friends?”
“Are you sure my profile picture in front of my dad’s Harley dealership has nothing to do with this proposal?”
“I’m sorry, Sonny, but I’m hopelessly devoted to Danny.”
“Sorry, Nicky, but you’re not the one that I want.”
“Before I answer and just to clarify, it’s not a boat, it’s a motorcycle?”
“Before you ask your question, have you noticed how my new bra lifts AND separates?”
“I don’t know if I can dig what you’re putting down, Daddy-O. The marriage bag is like nowheresville.”
“But Clyde, proposing to go halves on a motorcycle isn’t what I was hoping for!”
“A proposal to buy a motorcycle isn’t gonna get you any points with me or my daddy.”
“Last time you watched that Marlon Brando movie you called me Stella for a whole week.”
“Easy, rider.”
“In 1978, after hearing her husband Jim’s best clues, Linda shouts ‘Marlon Brando in a Streetcar Named Desire’ to win the Northwoods Subdivision, every other week, Thursday night Charades competition.”
“But what about law school?”
“I don’t want to be anyone’s old lady.”
“My name is Bertha, not Big Bertha.”
“Your Hog is a Schwann.”
“Get real! Your hog is a schwinn.”
“No, Randall. I don’t want to be your ‘biker chick’.”
“Is this a marriage proposal or a motorcycle club membership invitation?”
“Yes, I’d love to get married, . . . but who are you gonna marry?”
“First of all it’s wife not old lady.”
“A pre-nup specifying post divorce ownership of motorcycles is not one of my first concerns when I’m contemplating matrimony!”
My answer to will I marry you, depends on if you are a Jet or a Shark.
“I’ve tried to be a good girlfriend but bank fraud is a bridge too far.”
“I think you’re probably looking for my twin sister Billie. She said to tell you she’ll be in the garage raising the handle bars on her Hog.”
“Yes, Miles, I’ll be your ‘old lady’, but I won’t be Harley and Davidson’s old lady.”
“No, Allen, I want to marry a 100 percenter, not a 1 percenter.”
“Exactly what do you mean when you say you’ll be marrying my whole family and I’ll be marrying your whole motorcycle club?”
“It’s not me, it’s you. You look like an idiot.”
“Was that marriage proposal or a membership invitation?”
“You would rent a tux for the ceremony . . . right?”
“No . . . I will NOT be your MOLL-MRS.”
Shiver me timbers bucko — I’m just not sure if I want to be your matey.
“You only love me for my booty.”
The jacket is one thing, but I can’t stand the hat
“Yes, Donald, I’ll go to Sturgis with you.”