(photo by Brian Murphy)
Ladies and gentlemen, back by popular demand, it’s time for another round of “caption this.”
The game is fairly simple, as you hopefully know by now. I supply the photo and you bring the witty reader-submitted captions. You might not win any cool prizes, but you’ll be formally recognized for being better than your peers and will get some love here on the blog.
Here’s my humble offering for this photo to help get folks started:
“What do you mean this is the last Twilight movie?!? I thought vampires lived forever.”
Think you can do better? Leave a comment below with your best caption.
[Editor's note: The winner is InsaneNun with a caption of:
"Rated X: Both orally this time?
Rated R: They got some in my mustache.
Rated PG: Show me on the Eagle where they touched you.
Rated G: THEY HIT ME RIGHT THERE MOMMY!"
Thanks to everyone for playing along.]
Comments
Hey 69, you’re not doing it right.
Guys, I told him that wouldn’t work.. ANDY, I TOLD YOU THAT WOULDN’T WORK!
Josh Wilson: London is he crying? THERE’S NO CRYING IN FOOTBALL.
London Fletcher: Josh, it’s okay, he can cry. He lives in Philly.
Where is your booboo…
Now I know why you humans cry, but it something I’m not programmed to do – London Fletcher, Terminator
London fletcher: Josh leave him alone…. He’s had enough
Don’t taze me bro
Holy shit, Nick Foles! I’m wide the fuck open over here!
(in the voice of a sniffling 5yr old boy…) “and…and then they *sniff* took my ball away and…and they pushed me down *sniffle* and…and said i couldn’t play with them……”
….I’m not crying, it’s just been raining on my face
And if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks
Please, please don’t tell my mates….
I’ve just been cutting onions, I’m making a lasagna for one
Rated X: Both orally this time?
Rated R: They got some in my mustache.
Rated PG: Show me on the Eagle where they touched you.
Rated G: THEY HIT ME RIGHT THERE MOMMY!
Do you need a hanky?
No, no, I’m not crying. I just got a little dirt in my eye. Yeah, that’s it, honest.
“Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care?” — Tupac Shakur
You can get up now 69, the play is over.
Wilson… “Dude, it’s an Eagle. Can we keep him as a pet?”
Fletcher… “Hell, no. We’ll be up to our necks in cheese-steak poop.”
Fletcher: Sir, im going to have to ask you to leave
Eagle: no! You shut up , im not drunk! See i can touch my nose!
Fletcher! Your not coming to my birthday party. (Sniffle…sniffle)
Evan Mathis tears prove that, contrary to popular belief, not everyone living in Philly is already dead inside.
(Talking into his celll phone) HEY GUYS….I NEED SOME HELP HERE!!!! I’ve fallen and they won’t LET me get up!!1 WHAAAA
Fletch n Wilson take in the sneak preview of : Mathis does Runyan
No London…put it in HERE!
Fletcher / Wilson in unison; CMON MAN, get up a play some ball #69. And you better get up before the Bo weavils get you
Hey, tell your mom I said hey.