It’s Friday (or at least it was a little earlier in the evening), so it must be time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. Winners to be announced Sunday.
Update: Winners announced.
It’s Friday (or at least it was a little earlier in the evening), so it must be time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. Winners to be announced Sunday.
Update: Winners announced.
I’m sorry, I think Howard’s rally is at the IHOP.
D.G., phone home.
(Gephardt thinking) Damn Bush and his space speech! There’s another one that wants me to appoint them as an astronaut!
Hoping to out-do front-runner Howard Dean, Dick Gephardt starts campaigning to the tin-foil suit brigade.
Rep. Dick Gephardt meets with Larry Chowolski from the Springfield Teamsters Union Local 245, who has volunteered to travel into the depths of Hell to deliver Rep. Gephardt’s petition to Satan to rig the results of Iowa’s caucuses in Gephardt’s favor. Mr. Chowolski is wearing the heat-resistant suit he will use during his journey. Analysts are skeptical about Chowolski’s chances for success, however, as a similar expedition from the Dean campaign already left for Hell two weeks ago.
Dick Gephardt and Dennis Kucinich accidentally try to recruit each other’s support after exhausting the supply of Iowans.
“This’ll show them. See? I WILL shake hands with a Republican!”
J.
“I know whoever does it will get fired, but SOMEONE’S gotta tell Gephardt that the ‘Intel Inside’ fad died out YEARS ago.”
J.
The Demo-bots are created; the only trick left is getting them registered to vote!
Dick Gephardt’s mom is one weird lady.
“Scram spaceboy, I’m still the biggest Dick here.”
Dick Gephardt and unknown tester demonstrate the prophylactic tecnology proposed to prevent Howard Dean’s ideology from contaminating the rest of the Democratic Party.
“Hey can some one give me a hand, I can’t get this damn vending machine to work. I’m just the son of a poor milkman I can’t figure out these newfangled gizmo’s.”
I think Joe’s caption is going to be hard to beat. Though, not for lack of trying.
You “live long and prosper” too little fella, but I don’t have a “Republic to Federation Transistion Outline” to show you.
I think you’ve got me confused with Dennis.
“And I hope I can count on your support… MISTER CHENEY!”
J.
“Mr. Gephardt, I am here to pledge you all the electoral votes from the planet Koozbain.”
J.
“Why yes Tom, now that you ask, I do feel that my Poll numbers are floating in a most peculiar way.”
Hi, I’m from the moon and heard you were passing out government surplus cheese.
“Entil-zha Valen”
Dick Gephardt gets officially admitted to the “Tinfoil Suit Brigade“
“Intel Inside” meets “Dickhead Outside.”
J.
“What’s that? You want me to phone home?”
“You can take off the asbestos suit, Mr. Taylor. As you can see, i am not burnt toast just yet.”