It’s Friday, which means it’s time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. As a tribute to the inability of weathermen everywhere to accurately forecast the weather (especially those predict anywhere from no snow to 10 inches of snow in the same forecast), I offer you a blank slate to create your own forecast, or whatever else you want. I’m picking on WRC’s Bob Ryan, but I’m pretty sure you can imagine your local weathercaster in his place…
If you’re are going to put words in the announcers mouth indicate that, and if you are putting text on the background indicated that as well. Here’s a couple lame examples of how you might enter:
Announcer – “Here’s you forecast for Wednesday which looks just like the Tuesday forcast..”
Text – Night and morning low clouds.or
Text – Warning! The guy on the left is a bigger tool than he appears to be.
I will put the text for winning entries into the picture for the winners announcement. Winners will be announced late Sunday night.
Update: Winners announced. Comments are now closed.
“And I have discovered that an old script from Howard Stern’s Show was on the teleprompter just now and I mean’t no disrespect to Tuesday Weld.”
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WORLD — Chirac, Schroder commit 200,000 troops to Korea, Iran battles. Chirac: “Mr. Il, we’re gonna make you our bitch.”
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* There was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood.
* Tomorrow, highs of 35 and a 60% chance of snow.
Announcer: “Tomorrow will bring clear blue skies, with a slight chance of Christ returning for Judgement Day and the ensuing Apocalypse by evening.”
Text: Dress in layers.
The War of the Worlds version:
Tuesday’s forecast, sunny skies in the morning, followed by death rays from Martian saucers in the afternoon. Expect death and carnage to continue until nightfall.
Addendum to previous comment:
It was too early in the season for Independence Day.
Announcer: “No joke, Chuck, I had one last night and those new Hardee’s burgers are this fucking… we’re what?”
Ze rain in Spain falls mainly on ze plain.
Text slowly appears, as if just being typed: “Would you like to play a game?”
Announcer: “uh….darnit W.H.O.P.P.E.R., not right now, I’m busy!”
Update: Winners announced. Comments are now closed.