Jun 28 2007
Make Your Own Caption (Pic of the Week)
Cleek for beeg peek.
Please contribute your own caption in a comment — before you read anybody else’s!
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“Like Father, Like Son”
Shannon turned the door handle and pulled it open. She couldn’t resist one last look back at her slumbering family before she crossed the threshold for the last time. The sleeping pills she’d used to spike Mark and Ben’s drinks at dinner should wear off by morning, but she’d be long gone by that time. Her girlish dream of becoming a Paris night-club chanteuse had been put on hold for far too long. Her hips wanted to shake and her throat wanted to croon. And the city of lights beckoned with its own ineluctable siren song.
Whoa…
My caption came alarmingly close to the reality of the situation. Damn, I’m good! (Though I assume Shan eventually came home from her night out.)
Now I want a nap.
Mark and Ben are knocked unconscious by the noxious fumes streaming from the filthy plastic cup that now sits on the fireplace mantle.
Where is Ben’s foot?
Dave - You win the “Aawwwww” award. I like it.
Simon - I couldn’t believe it as I read it. Good call.
Mokker Mokkin’ G - Ha! You’ll find out soon enough where the cups are.
Alveoli - It was an iffy foot placement, but I escaped injury.
Following hours of dedication to his next installment of “Cupdate,” Mark finds himself so tired that he can’t even keep his eyes open. Ben pokes and prods him until he finally gives up, and decides “if you can’t wake ‘em…join ‘em.”
WOW…I was eerily closer that I thought. If you melded Simon’s with mine, we’d have it almost nailed down.
But only Shannon knows if there was any “spiking” going on. Maybe Ben isn’t the only one in your family who has a sinister laugh. Bahahahahaha
So I come on here yesterday… I fully intended to follow the rules. Really. I’m sitting here spacing out and I start to picture Shannon tiptoeing out the door and I (attempt to) put myself into her pretty head. I was getting something and ready to write. I start to scroll down. The phone rings and I am interrupted. I talk, I hang up the phone. I look back here and look at the screen and find myself reading “Shannon turned the door handle…” and it came back to me what I was doing when the phone rang and I was all like, sonofa—–. So then any thought of originality was gone and I got pissed and left. Now I am back and I’m going to read that little black box and see what I missed.
Always the late one. Always.
Anyway, these answers were all cute. I especially liked Mokker’s.