Capn Ende has suggested we have a caption contest for his photo. He even sent in his own entries (see below).
I'm game. Post your entries to the comments section. Winner gets an autographed tube of Lantiseptic.
"I wonder if that is the pigeon that crapped on me last time through here"
"Are those angels coming down to carry me away?"
"It doesn't look like rain to me."
UPDATE: The Caption Contest has closed. Please go here to see the winning entries.
24 comments:
God, what do you think -- does this jersey make me look fat?
Hey, is this the way to the Leonardo DiCaprio Look-Alike Contest?
LD
Wait- there's my urologist's window right THERE!
Ain't skeered to sign my name. Branson
"Just my luck -- the world's first case of anti-Shermers neck."
Ain't skeered to sign Branson's name. Branson.
"Est-ce que c'est un dirigeable souple?" -Pepé Le Pew
"That's a long seatpost. How tall did you say you were?"
"Hey! New growth! The Rogaine's working!" - T. Savalas
Uh oh. Did I get my Lantispetic confused with the butter on that last baguette?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh NO.........
They said apply the Lantispetic ON the butt.
Dang--did it again. Got my arm warmers and leg warmers mixed up. When will I ever learn.
Never one to trust arrows nor cue sheets, Cap'n scans the heavens for celestial navigation, like the randonneurs of the golden age.
Beam me up Scotty
Hmmm, let's see. Lantiseptic gives me 50 cents per tube and there are over 5000 riders. What's my cut? Carry the 2 or was that a 3. Damn--why don't I have a calculator on my bike computer?
Now at hour 62 of the Paris-Paris Paris track stand - Can he do it? 90 hours and the medal is his!
Come down here and fight like a man!!
"You know the difference between Saint-Quentin and San Quentin? San Quentin has better bars." - Senor Pibb
"I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy- CAN SOMEBODY PLEASE GET THIS D@*# SONG OUTTA MY HEAD?!"
Not a gendarme in sight...I guess over here they just let the wackos jump...
If I knew there would be photographers here en route I would have packed my razor!
STEEEEEEEEEELLA!
the last thing i remember doin'
was sittn' down a pooin,
mama tried to steer me rite'
but i refused, pedal on, pedal on,
for miles.
Hmmm, Urology 3rd floor, Psychiatry 4th floor....
Rich
Get me to that last control and I promise I will never, ever, ever ride PBP again... and this time I
really, really mean it!!
Lord! Won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz. This bike's 'bout to kill me, I must make A-mends.
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