Contest: Caption That Scary Old Photo
July 15, 2010
7-21-10: Winners announced! Please see next post up.
Okay, I put this up last night, but let’s make it into a contest now.
We were stumbling through the internets this afternoon when we came across an article on mandolins…with this photo:
We don’t know about you—but it scared the monkey-poodles out of us.
Submit a caption for the photo—and next week we’ll do a drawing of all the entries. Winner gets an Uncle John’s Bathroom Reader of their choice.
Our sample caption:
I just ate a kitten. Here’s a song about that.
Provide you own caption in the comments. And good luck!
I just wrote this song…and it WILL be your new favorite, won’t it? WON’T IT?!!
Good one, Dave. Just something about those eyes…
I……(heavy breathing)…..told ………you…….already………..I……….don’t………….know………..Freebird
Ha! Hilarious, Troy.
A failed experiment from Lady Gaga’s plain gothic look collection.
Hooooo-oot. Too funny, Shane.
This is going to be fun.
“You want my mandolin? Try and take it out my hands, punk.”
“The first rule about Mandolin Club…Don’t Talk about Mandolin Club.”
Come closer so I can eat your soul.
I’m Lizzie Borden and here is my song….
Good one!
“We will get those banjo-playin’ McCoy’s if it the last thing I do!”
I know this is a mandolin…. But right now im looking for a good womandolin… Any takers?
Because I LIKE singing about my hemorrhoids, that’s why!
A bandit tried to break into my house. Luckily I am a witch and I turned him into this here mandolin. You can still see the horror on his face.
aww!
Why do you laugh every time I say “G string?”
hey i can play better then the devil!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My Precious!
First contact didn’t go exactly to plan in this town.
What do you mean they haven’t made a Mandolin Hero game yet?
“You can have my mandolin when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers.”
The very rare Gypsy-Hillbilly hybrid Zombie
“This one time, at band camp”…
That’s the winner right there!
This is how you kill a bird, first you take a Mandolin…
I said turn it up to ELEVEN….or
she is singing a paul thorn song. “It’s a bad day.”
“Wanna hear me sing Wonderwall?”
And the strings are made of my late husbands tendons, and these here tuning knobs are made from his jaw bone, and this little doo-hickey is made from his…
so what if I ate your cookie? DEAL WITH IT!
When your walking down the street and there’s a puddle by your feet…(bam, bam)
DIARRHEA.
No grit, no pain, just sit there, let it drain. (bam, bam)
DIARRHEA.
People think it’s funny, but it’s really black and runny.
A SONG MY FATHER WOULD SING TO ME WHILE PLAYING HIS GUITAR – WHEN I WAS LITTLE
Oh, the memories…
As she smiled for the camera, Agatha knew she was only one panty-less picture away from the Billboard Top 10 list.
Single White Female: The Homestead Years
Too funny, all of you – some of you could be writers for Letterman!
And a note: Remember that we’re an all ages Web site—keep the captions all ages, too!
Come on me pretty, listen to me play my Mandolin … or else … Muahahaha
“This here lap fiddle is gunna git me first place in the Miss Nebraska Cornhuskers pageant.”
Jimmy cracked corn. But I don’t care because THESE strings aren’t made out of cat-gut. IT’S JIMMY GUT!!!! MWUHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I’m ‘on fiddle you up good, boy. Set down yer MO-lasses and get on up ‘er.
Album cover for the mason family nursery rhyme record
I think JAMES’ comment is the winner.
I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, never, never let you know it was your man cause I’m THE woman
Enjoli!
Look into my eyes while a play you a little toon. Did I mention my dead husbands ashes are inside my mandolin, gives it a nice ring don’t you think!!!
Oh no you don’t hear banjo music
“The devil inside, the devil inside… Every single one of us…”
Norman Bates in his younger days
I hope you like this song… I WROTE IT FOR YOU.
Would you like some music with your pea soup, exorcist?
I know you learned to play the mandolin just for the occasion… but I don’t think “Losing My Religion” means what you think it means…
The trouble ain’t that there is too many fools, but that the lightning ain’t distributed right. ~Mark Twain
I wrote a song about about you… dying.
so heres how its gonna go i am gonna play a song then i am going to stab u wit ha knife until ur large entistine is inside my large entestine!!
my entry: hello there kitties… I wrote a song about you.
my caption: hello there…. spencer….