Contest No. 236 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, simply (1) click on “See Comments and Add Your Own”. Then (2) scroll down past any other submitted captions and type 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 an indication of 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, 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 the winning caption will be announced and printed and 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, March 11, 2026.
Below is the drawing that needs your funny captions. Good luck, Captioneers!
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Let me guess, you have not been practicing your addition.
“If I were you, I’d work hard on my curve, my slider and my fastball.”
“Keep up the good work. You are getting closer to a correct response.”
“Billy, you can’t say it’s fake news every time you’re wrong.”
“That’s correct.”
“I’ll give you a mulligan if you can spell FLUNK.”
“A tad disappointing since your last name is literally ‘Einstein’.”
“I’m afraid ‘inflation’ is not an excuse.”
“When you count your fingers, do you know when to stop?”
“Prospects look good, if you become a fisherman or a statistician.”
“The Mathletes will let you know if they add a cheer team.”
“Maybe re-think that career in banking.”
“Some kids are just bad at math. And then there’s you — bad at everything.”
“NO BILLY . . . five is not now, nor will it ever be . . . ‘the new four’!”
“No Billy . . . I don’t believe the second number is near the final stage of being cloned!”
“NO . . . next time you ‘MAY NOT’ email or text me the answer to avoid the long walk to the front of the class!”
“Are you saying, if a blackboard is sometimes green then the number four may sometimes be five?”
“This is arithmetic, not economics.”
“Rodney, I know you get no respect.”
“Tommy, M.I.T. may be a reach for you.”
“You overestimated potential synergies.”
“If you’re hoping pop-up adds will give you more time you’re going to be very disappointed!”
Is this your final answer?
“We are way past an apple on my desk. I expect nothing less than bagels with cream cheese and a large expresso!”
“Home-schooled, eh? Then I’ll give the ‘F’ to your parents.”
“Don’t erase that. It’s Parent/Teacher night, and I need proof.”
“It’s a good thing you’re cute.”
“I’m so glad I topped up my 401K.”
“I copied it exactly from the Teacher’s Edition.”
“You’re getting closer.”
“Sorry Charlie!”
“Let’s hope neatness will get you into Harvard.”
“Try counting on the other hand.”
Math may not be your strong suit but you get an “A” for penmanship.
“No, you don’t get a participation prize.”
“Don’t worry Johnny, A.I. will do your thinking for you.”
“You’re sharp Johnnie. A sharp dressed young man.”
“Don’t worry Johnny, A.I. will do your thinking for you.”
“Class, raise your hand if you thought Johnnie would write 5.”
“Your father gets an ‘F’ for ‘Homework Assistance Skills’!”
“I’m guessing you’re good at sports?”
“To pass, you’ll have to study harder—or cheat.”
“It doesn’t add up, Jimmy.”
“Let’s hope you never become a civil engineer.”
“Looks like it’s back to the apples.”
“Actually Bobby, it’s an exact science.”
“It’s actually not up for interpretation.”
Mathematically, no. Politically, very promising.
You’re a little young to be revising reality, Tommy.
We don’t cover Orwell until high school
“Now Billy you have me confused!
You’re saying the first 2 is the number of times you’ve repeated the 4th grade and he second 2 is the additional number of times you will likely be in the 4th grade. So that adds up to 5 years in the 4th grade?”
“It’s not really math — it’s the aftermath.”
“I’m afraid ‘ballpark’ isn’t good enough.”
“Yes, you’ll need to know this for the test — and for all eternity.”
“You’ve come the closest so far, Billy.”
“Your penmanship is GOOD!”
“2 + 2 = 5 but only if one of the 2’s is in labor.”
“Actually, it IS an exact science.”
“Are you suuuurrrre you want = on there?”
“Figures in chalk dot crime scenes — same as your murder of this equation.”
“Solutions to problems can’t be based on your ‘feelings.’ Imagine if a president started a war based on his ‘feelings’?”
“Let’s hope someday you win the lottery so you can afford a math tutor for your kids!”
“Our next lesson is margin of error.”
“Since you used a Sharpie instead of a dry erase marker, this will haunt you for a while.”
“I know you’re an optimist but in this class our motto is GET REAL.”
“A second opinion will not help you.”
“NO! . . . you may not phone a friend or use one of your life-lines!”
“So your ‘Mom and Dad’ are helping with your homework again?”
Wrong, the answer is six.
“Yes Bobby, majors can be changed.”
“Have you thought about going into politics?”
“I don’t care that it went viral, it’s still wrong.”
“Unfortunately, the Texas School Board agrees with you.”
“Have you thought about a career in cartooning?”
“Wrong, but not as wrong as deciding to go into teaching.”
I’m sure that answer is right somewhere in the multiverse, Billy. But in my universe, 2+2=4.
I see your dad is helping you with your homework again.
“Well, isn’t that just special.”
“No, the answer is not two and two fifths!”
“Wrong, but I’m happy you didn’t listen to your classmates yelling ‘6-7’.”
“The Russian judges give it a 4.”
Yep, you’re definitely Pete Hegseth’s kid.”
“Not only is that wrong, Timmy, I asked you to spell ‘cat’.”
“It’s always going to be a teachable moment with you.”
“After teaching this class, two fifths sounds about right!”