(I hate the Ks, too. That was just to get your attention).
In honor of this fabulous new Pub: a caption contest.
The rules are simple, really: Invent captions for any/all of the photos. Then post 'em. That’s it.
The good news: There won’t be any judging. It’s a poststructural thing. Just have fun with it. Feel free to add new photos for captions too, if you like.
The bad news: There are no prizes, either. Deal with it.
Photo 1 (With my example, to get us started):
“Fearing his owner would somehow know he’d been online at Hot Nude She-Pugs for hours, Rex quickly logged off, not a moment too soon.”
It had never been easy, sharing office space with Sponge Bob. But it wasn’t until the little shmuck stood in front of the paper shredder and said “Umm, Frank? How does this work again?” that Frank snapped.
Ok, in some looking glass kind of goat world, there is a goat with its arm jammed inside a machine trying to pull a human out. A Vend-a-Bubba machine. An’ the goat puts money in, see, but the human…
this is taking too long to explain and lost what little humor it once possessed.
No wait! Something went wrong in the time travel. I AM Peter Lorre. Really.
Just help me figure out how to get back and undo this metamorphosis. Photo 2:
Baaaaaaaaaa!
Photo 3:
Why do I have to go outside to smoke? I just don’t understand…
