It’s Friday, which means it’s time for the Wizbang Weekend Caption Contest™. Enter your best caption for the following picture:
Winners will be announced Sunday.
Update: Winners announced (click the link to read the winning entries). The contest is now closed.
Rove: “Nice collagen job on those lips! Did you ask for the ‘Melanie Griffith’?”
Novak: “Yethhh.”
Rove: “Wow, Novak really looks like a troll. He smells like a Troll. What if he has Super-Troll mind-trick powers? Those Secretaries must stop talking to him!”
Novak: “Inconceivable!”
Rove: “you keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
“The Washington parties are such bullshit!”
God those lips are hot!
Rove: “Warned you I did. Listen to me, you would not. Now all is lost.”
Novak: “Shitbull.”
“Bob did you just fart?”
“So where can I score some good oxycontin? Hey, wait, you’re not Rush Limbaugh?!?!”
Karl: If we put our heads right next to each other, we really DO look like Hillary’s bum, wisps of hair and all.
Bob: Eeuuuw.
Aaron, that’s just disgusting, really funny, but disgusting.
Karl: “If you just would’ve called him Dubya’s pet name for Carville you wouldn’t have gotten into so much trouble.”
Bob: “Oh yeah, Whazzat”
Karl: “Poo-poo head, but you didn’t hear it from me.”
Dude, pull up your bottom lip. You’re having a wardrobe malfunction.
Bullshit! I got dibs on Carville. Karl, your job is to take out Helen Thomas….figure the thirty ought six should do just fine.
you had me at bullshit
Novak: “I’ve heard that Wizbang sometimes forgets to post the result of its caption contest, such as the contest featuring the two men with model rockets.”
Rove: “Yeah, I’ve heard that, too.”
Rove’s Button: “Everything I know I learned from the media.”
Rove: ” ‘Bullshit’? Man…that’s the best you’ve saved up for the cajun after all these years? Oh Bob….you’re breakin my bawz-you breakin my bawz.”
Novak: “Shutup Rove. My BS is indomitable! But…I must say, without Tucker…I’m so won-wy, so berry won-wy….”
Damnit! Carville’s at the bar…Karl, can you get me a buttery-nipple?
“Separated at birth?”
Rove’s button text: You have to be IN to get OUTED.
Rove: “At the Vast Right Wing Conspiracy Monopoly tournament they were calling you naughty Novak”
Novak: “:::sigh::: Whatever…Carville is such a diva.”
“You know I’m Bob and I just wanted to say that Karl boinked Valerie Plame.”
“Bob, see that chick over there? I hear that’s Carville’s girlfriend and she works at the CIA.”
Rove’s button: “Don’t Mess With Texans”
Rove: “You know what, Bob? I know you’re an ignorant fucktard, and you know that I’m an ignorant fucktard–but the assholes who run the Wizbang blog are the biggest fucktards of all, because they think our shit tastes like chocolate ice cream.”
Novak: “Where the fuck is my scotch? Do you have any scotch on you? Jesus Christ, I sure could use another drink of scotch.”
Karl:Bob I want to have a baby with you…
Bob: Shut the hell up you idiot… Not here I told you before… Wait until the press is not around….
“You stud, you.”
“You know Bob, I hear Air America’s hiring.”
Rove: “he-he he-he, you said, ‘bullshit'”
Novak: “Shutup Rove. I am Novakio, and I need TP for my bunghole!”
Novak: “Look at that God damn Woodward.. He just ate the last spinach puff.. Smug bastard..”
Rove: “Get off my foot, Bob..”
“The word I was going to use is right on the tip of me tongue. Thheee…”
Update: Winners announced (click the link to read the winning entries). The contest is now closed.