And it's certainly not a good time for discussions about ethics, royalty shenanigans or just plain boneheaded marketing, right?
(If you're curious why the above is boneheaded marketing, check my twitter feed for yesterday: @Janet_Reid)
It is however the perfect time for a caption contest.
Here's the photo:
25 words or fewer
Post in the comment section of this blog post.
None of the contest rules apply; just make sure I can tell it's an entry, not a comment.
I'll pry myself out of Vodkaville at some point this evening
Too late! Sorry! Contest closed now.
43 comments:
Hi, I’m Baahab, and this is my wife Baahbbraa. It’s a holiday weekend and since we’re feeling a little penned in, we’re getting wired.
"Okay, when she says 'Awwww how cute!' and bends down to pet us, we use her as a springboard and bust out of this joint."
Make a decision! I stayed on the fence so long my neck grew around it. Now, I'm stuck. Forever. And my wife is pissed!
“I’m a hero.”
“You’re a goat.”
“I took security seriously.”
“A ransomware hack shut down your company.”
“Wasn’t my fault.”
“That’s why you’re a goat.”
"Mine."
"No mine."
"I saw it first."
"You got the last one."
"Eat a dandelion. No one's getting my phone."
Laundry on the line or weeds in the pen. A feast in or out. No sheep in sight. No idiot boy to cry wolf. It's a good day to be a goat.
I'm Steve McQueen and you're Ricky Attenborough.
You don't know how to ride a motorcycle and I don't have an accent.
Yeah, we're like Skipper and Gilligan.
Ginger or Maryann?
G.O.A.T. Quotes
Bust a friend out and she will be free once.
Teach a friend to eat a fence and she will be free forever.
Marketing to the shark? Please submit requests to Maaaa & Maaaa, Go On And Try Marketing Acceptance, Inc. We eat…er…scrutinize anything! Responses not guaranteed.
"Psst. We'll eat any letter you get from publishers offering money for referrals. Oh, and bring us the publishers, too. No worries."
“Did you hear that, RaeAnn? She’s trying to fob us off with vodka instead of whisky.”
“Hot damn. And you’re in a pother why?”
Read faster, that last story was delicious.
“I don't take my fence chewing too seriously.”
“That's right. It's just business.”
“Us, muthagoater.”
“Us, man.”
“Uhh... wrong Wire.”
"UURP, we will make you a deal on queries, they're tasty."
'Only Kidding!'
[musical notes] "Don't fence me in...."
What are you lookin' at?! I ran outta dental floss and have sweet shrub stuck in my teeth.
"Got a bit o boot stuck in my teeth. Scoot over, I need the floss."
Everyone thought they were Siamese twins connected at the head. Unfortunately, this is a cautionary image of why you don't use superglue near goats.
Vern, I told you to hold down the button. Not eat the fence. I just wanted one normal picture before your family arrived…
"Hey, Annabel. Who's the new chick?"
"Says her name's 'Little'. Little drama queen is what she is."
"What did you think of breakfast?"
"You mean the goat-meal? It was baaaaad. You?"
"I'm on the fence."
"Mom, is it time to go home from day care?...
Can Blackie come over?...
We want play the new virtual game 'Eat Garbage' with Milky..."
Can you print that email? Multiple copies? We love paper... and garbage.
"We'd like to report our complaints to management. Clover's so plebian."
"That's right, sister."
"Some alfalfa seed would be appropriate for ladies of our stature."
"When Susan’s vexatious kids finally showed up for lunch, she recognized her new neighbor wasn’t kidding about being a witch..."
"Smile, Gertie. One look at us and they'll have 'The Lonely Goatherd' stuck in their head for hours."
"Lay ee odl lay ee odl-oo"
[It took waaaay too long for my sleep-deprived brain to realize "royalty shenanigans" had nothing to do with the House of Windsor.]
“Bad goat!”
I was ‘ba-ah-ah-ah-ah-d?’
Don’t look at ‘me-ee-ee-ee-ee.’ I didn’t do ‘ih-ih-ih-ih-ih-ih’t!
“Okay, I forgive you.”
‘Ha-ha-ah-ha-ah-ha-ah;’ thinks we won’t eat her flowerbed again.
Well, Nibbles, they didn't name me Barb for nothin'.
I am horse. Here me roar!
You're a goat.
I am horse!
Goat.
Horse.
Goat.
Horse, horse, HORSE, HOR-!
You win. You're hoarse.
"Hi, I'm Ana!"
"I'm Phora!"
"You an AAR member?"
"We've gotta deal for you!"
"Crap. She's not buying it."
"Think she'll share the vodka anyway?"
Introducing the new Fencitarian Diet. Gluten-free, carb-free, and (eventually) goat free.
With a false sense of optimism, the troll started work on a new bridge for the Billy Goats to trip trap across.
You want some? There's plenty.
Mehhhhhhhh. I'd rather have licorice whips.
Shh! Don't use the W word. She still has the goat cart!
My name is Adam, and this is my friend Sandler. If you Google Sandler's goat song, you'll understand why we'd like to legally change our names to Baklava and Sandoval.
Ima goat, youra goat, shesa goat.
No, she's a shark.
No, a goatee.
I don't get it.
Wire the media, neither will she.
"I am the goat of queries past."
"Remove this spelling error. I cannot bear it."
"I told you these were shadows of the things that have been submitted. That they are what they are, do not blame me."
"Baaaaaah! Humbug!"
"Man, I miss the mountains."
"Me, too."
"Revolution, that's what we need."
"Yeah, rebellion."
"No more wire fences!"
"Time to start eating the humans."
Oh, Caa-naa-daa!
(Happy 150th birthday, Canada!)
(Entry from Kate)
"You've goat to be kidding!"
"He's goat no idea how to market!"
"...He rammed it down her throat."
"...she made a scapegoat out of him..."
(My puns have goatten out of hand however my grandkiddos
do call me 'Nanny' so I ain't afraid of no goats!)
"Do you think she's mad?"
"You pretended that you were a battering ram and she was a door. She's not mad."
"No?"
"She's maaaaad."
"After I chew through this dumb fence, I get to be the Shark's chum!"
[The above text (including the quotes) is an entry.]
What's that bag for?
It totes mah goats.
That's Baaaahhd.
I'm sheepish with embarrassment.
No o-fence taken.
*goat screams*
*cedes last words*
*grateful nation weeps*
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