Go Find the Funny Contest
It’s time for a contest!!
Sunny at CityLitNYC called me today to tell me about a fantastic find she made over the weekend. And because I’m fantastic, I decided to share it with you. But I’m going to make you work for it, be-otches!
Because all of you were so wonderful during McMini-Meltdown I and II (yes, even you lurkers; although you didn’t comment, I could feel the love) I’m going to give something back. I’m going to give you this!
Yes, it’s the coolest t-shirt ever: Keith Richards asking, “Who the fuck is Mick Jagger?” And how do you win this fine, fine piece of t-shirtery? (Yes, that is a word. I just used it, didn’t I?) I’ll tell you. You have to provide a caption to this photo from I’ll Make My Own Lemonade:
For those of you who are lame do not want to wear the F-bomb across your bosom, I did ask the store clerk if they had any t-shirts that said Who the heck is Mick Jagger, Who the hell is Mick Jagger, or even Who in guldarnit consternation is Mick Jagger? But no. The pimply-faced gangsta was astonished that someone would be offended by the word fuck. “What’s wrong with fuck?” he asked. I told him that people might be uncomfortable wearing that word. And you know, he had an eye-opening solution. “Well, they could just go to church!” Hmmm….good idea, wearing the fuck t-shirt, no doubt.
So, if you already have something with the word fuck among your Sunday best, I will send you Shine a Light: The Original Soundtrack by the Rolling Stones.
You have until Friday at midnight to enter. Friday! A whole week to find the funny and leave your caption in a comment to this post. Because my Mom needs a good laugh, I’m going to have her pick the winner. I’ll announce the winner sometime on Saturday. But don’t get up early! I’m sleeping in so you shouldn’t expect anything until after 1pm.
Now, go! Go find the funny!
Update: It’s okay if you leave more than one caption or more than one comment. No need to edit the captions or comments for content. I will make sure there’s a difibulator nearby in case The Cougar (Mom) gets the vapors.
Oh, and I won’t be commenting on this post because I don’t want to influence Mom’s decision. I will also try to post something later in the week so you can get your Dingo fix.
Posted on Sunday, July 13, 2008 at 08:44 PM.
Tags: I Hate Shopping, Fashion is Smashin'!, La Vida Loca
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Wait, does this mean you’re not writing another post until Friday? That’s just cruel…
Here’s my caption:
Odd Boy enjoyed riding in the back of his father’s cab, frightening crippled passers by with his primate-like antics and nonsensical questions. Please note: The woman pictured on the sidewalk made a full recovery from her fall after entering into the witness-of-nothing protection program.
You realize this is going to be ridiculously hard, right?
I feel like shit today, but I’ll come back when my funny is back. Can the caption have the word “fuck” in it or does your mom “go to church?”
Way funny post and rockin’ shirt. I’m not sure I could wear it to work at my Christian co-op, though… 
I think the clerk and your student need to get to know each other.
I am SO not good at captions, plus I already have two shirts that say Fuck. So, I am out of the running! 
Beloved Readers — No one is out of the running! If you already have a fuck shirt (or three) you can choose the Rolling Stones CD. I’m all about choices!
Oh good, now I have something to distract me from work! I’m stoked. Also, I think shirts with obscenities on them are fun. I would get good use out of that shirt.
p.s. before I do something silly...is the sign on top of the cab for Tax Serivces or Taxi Services? This changes potential captions quite a bit in my mind. Just checking.
The pressure to be funny, it is killing me!
Looks like a typical New York scene to me.
Hmmmmmmmm....
“Oh, look, it’s all the things I’ve always feared about visiting New York City, right there in one pretty little picture...” or “Do monkeys pay full fare in NYC cabs?”
This post is perfect, as the f-bomb could accurately describe my work day.
“Odd boy thumbed his ears as the zombies dragged his crutch-dependent nemesis to dinner.”
That’s the best I can do. I never win the New Yorker caption contests either.
“Suck it, loosers!”
Doesn’t suck it work for everything? I think it does....
I’m so freakin’ bad at this kind of thing. Thank you for giving us til Friday because I will need that long for inspiration to strike.
“I got the cab, but I lost my carton of Chunky Monkey.”
Odd Man told me his services were so good it’d make me want to slap my mama. But I couldn’t find mine, so I slapped yours.
(I think, technically, that is too long to be a caption).
I’ll have to ponder on this one… hmmm.
I saw this post briefly at work today but then closed it because I fear my employer and their sensorship. I’m still thinking of a caption, though, because I’m guessing “I lost my job while trying to caption a post of a monkey in a taxi cab and now Dingo has to help me find me a new place of work” will not work.
I think ‘thecoconutdiaries’ just clinched it.
sigh.
I’ll keep working on it.
Chimp in a Box
OR
Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got. I’m just, I’m just a chimp from the block.
thecoconutdiaries: 1. Cut a hole in the box… :D
my contributions:
“This shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!”
“Odd Man Taxi Services: Because who really needs their dignity?”
“Just ignore the monkey, he only bites if you want him to.”
and my current personal favorite:
“Whack-a-Cripple: When you’ve had a bad day and hitting electronic plastic moles on the head just isn’t enough…”
Okay, here goes!
*cracks knuckles*
Everybody wants a ride in the cab with the pretty flowered hood. EVERYBODY. Even monkeys.
Okay? Wait! I’ve got another one for you:
“Fuck you Jane! I don’t care if you’ve got a broken leg and you need help with the groceries. I’m leaving you!”
Wait! I have another one!
“Odd Man Taxi: You drive, because you’ll regret it if the monkey does.”
“And on Tuesday, poor Jane was the victim of a brutal Drive By Monkeying.”
“Odd man tax services drive-by accounting demonstration.”
I vote for Rachel’s cripple-whack. I’m not sure I understand the bit about the mole, but screwing with the (temporarily) disabled always makes me giggle.
**Rachel- that is my favorite song! How did you know? We must be soulmates!!**
coco: Why thank you! I meant it as a play on those “Whack-a-mole” games they used to have in arcades. I loved those games.
p.s. I’m a big fan of that song as well. It makes me laugh every single time, without fail. We are totally internet soulmates!
“Who’s the Chunky Monkey now, bitch? Oh, that was Cherry Garcia. My bad!”
When VH1s “Primate of Love” meets “Taxicab Confessions”
“A voice inside Monkey’s head was saying it was a bad idea, but an even louder voice said ‘let Odd Man drive the cab!’ And so he did and the consequences were dire.”
Unbeknownst to Odd Man, instead of picking up Mrs. Figgenbottom, he now had a passenger who didn’t owe any taxes.
“Odd Monkey uses Satan’s Fiery Darts to demolish McJagger; takes over Rolling Stones as McMonkey. Turns out he can *hear evil*.”
“In a twisted turn of events, Odd Monkey tells Mick Jagger, ‘I’ll never be your beast of burden.’”