You know it's not as easy as you think. Go to Google images and search the words "hilarious," "funny," or "weird" and look at how many of the pictures involve cats. (What makes cat owners do this? It makes me think the internet may be evil after all.)
Anyway, there are no rules for this one. Just straight forward caption-making. Good luck.
GUY KNEELING - Look, all I'm saying is that screaming "agua!" doesn't make sense. We're not in the desert. Besides, these suits reconstitute our urine for drinking water and the girls know that. Now think of some other way to get in.
ReplyDeleteOTHER GUY - (weeping) "PEEEEE-PEE!"
No, I said, "Duck, Rogers!" Like, a command. Why would I just shout out, "Buck Rogers?!?"
ReplyDelete"Wait, this isn't Plan 9! This is…OH, right there! Right there is nice."
ReplyDeleteThat day, little Will finally understood why they called it the Rear Entry Hatch.
In space, no one can hear you spoon.
Like you never experimented at Space Camp.
"R-Rosebud 3000..."
GUY ON FLOOR: "For months now, you and Dr. Smith have not shut up about wanting me to allow you to 'gay up' the spacesuits. I didn't really understand the need for them to be gayer, but after much harassment, I relented. And for the most part, you did a great job. The lace-up boots are fabulous. The new shiny material, the orange vest...Heck, even the sleek new helmet. I gotta admit, we look fierce. But had I known that you we're going to make all of these changes at the expense or my peripheral vision, I would've never approved them. That is the third goddamned time this week that I've hit my head on that architrave. And the worst part is I know the damned thing is there. I swear, you'd think the Jupiter II was built for midgets. No, I don't need to be held right now. Just leave me here in my humiliation. And for God's sake, tell Dr. Smith to stop snickering. I can hear him through the glass. Tell him if I catch him lurking around Will's sleeping quarters again, I'll banish him to the cave to live with the cyclops. Now leave me be. As far as I'm concerned, you can sleep on the upper deck tonight.
ReplyDeleteam i crazy or was it a different picture earlier today?
ReplyDeleteYou are crazy.
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ReplyDeleteI'm opening your rod bay door pal.
ReplyDeleteMars? More like Uranus.
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Now entering Uranus.
OR
Uranus? What about my anus?
OR
You were right, Uranus IS gassy.
OR...
(written by Helen AND Keith)
Okay, but this time YOU have to be Dr. Thermopolis.
ReplyDeleteGUY KNEELING - No, You're right. There's nothing "super" about it. But why would an alien come out of that cave and glue the top of your helmet to the extinguisher?
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