PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT
Several months ago, I stopped stopping by a blog that held a caption contest every week because he turned out to be a cowardly man/child in need of an attitude adjusment and he wouldn't let me give it to him because he held the keys to the ban button...
Since that time, I have missed the often very funny things people come up with to go with odd and unusual photographs.
I was starting a story about a girl I know who invited herself whitewater kayaking with us and had developed such a large rear end, it made the act of getting in and out of her inflatable laughable to the point of being a crying matter.
For this I was looking for a picture of a big booty so I googled "big booty" and got so many porno hits I was about to give up. I then tried "chubby backside" and was not quite finding the bowling pin picture I was looking for. I did run across this picture, and it reminded me of that almost forgotten caption contest, and I thought--
"Let's see what the readers of AELEOPE can come up with for this rather unusual set of negatives..."
So-- I am hereby announcing the AELEOPE inaugural SUNDAY MORNING CAPTION CONTEST.
Enter as many funny captions as you can think of for this picture, and I will figure out how to choose the top ones by next Sunday, and make an announcement, at which time I will post another one, if there was sufficient interest in this one.
So, here goes...
Give me your best caption--
Scott-- (under supervision and looking for a bar of soap) 
24 comments:
How about-"Now, how did Superman do it?"
The origin of your phone sex conversations revealed...
"So, what are you wearing?"
The name's Jenny, Jenny Craig!
Or better said--
Where your Phone Sex Comes from--
"operator? Can you recommend a good tailor?"
Now if I could just remember which crevice I put that damned quarter in.
"911? Yes, I'd like to report a pile of stolen clothes. Size 32. Yes, m'am. That does qualify me for... what?
They were by the fountain."
I want to report a stolen super hero outfit. It says Lard Lass on the front.
Oh no! Out of toilet paper again!
......hello, operator? Actually I lied. The last I saw of my clothes they were headed downstream in a kayak with some guy who was laughing his ass off.
Whaddya mean, this isn't a working number? He said he wanted to meet me here for phone sex. That's right, Scott....S-c-o-t-t.
No no no- SPEED dial, not FEED dial...
She has back boobs.
"I'll be standing on the corner wearing nothing but a phone booth. Yes, please, hurry my love..."
"Hello, Mom?" "Could you send some money?" "My clothes budget is falling a bit short this year." "No, no. My food budget has been just fine!"
No, you idiot, I didn't get a license number. I told you it was a goddamn kayak! My clothes are in a frickin' kayak heading downstream with some crazy man.
....Oh, Stella, it was wonderful. We were in this phone booth together and he kissed me ever so tenderly and then gently removed my clothes. THEN THE BASTARD RAN OFF WITH THEM.
Jeeze Louise, Scott. I think I've lost my mind! This naked lady in the phone booth keeps running through my mind like that damned song, The Lions Sleep Tonight. Help.
I just want to know how Scott got a picture of me nekkid in a phone booth ...
"Dammit Scott, you said if I posed for you it was going to be tasteful art, and was just between us!!"
"The Day Superman Decided to Let the Bad Guys Win."
"hello operator.. I was wondering if you know Bill and Ted?.. I need them to take me back to when I started eating so much... k, thanks"
"This...precisely the reason women left home with a trousseau..."
Yes, that's right officer. Chubby chasers. Please hurry.
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