Every now and then, a photo comes out just too late to be used in the Weekend Caption Contest, and we here at Wizbang beat our heads against the wall at the missed opportunity.
Not this time.
This time, the photo was so damned great, we decided to hold the very first Wizbang Weekday Caption Contest.
Winners should be announced Thursday.
Update: Comments closed, winners announced here.
Lieberman: Like, Oh My God, Dodd, did you see that outfit that Blanco was wearing….totally not fetch! Did she loot that from the flooded Walmart or something?!
Dodd: I totally agree. I mean, like, what was she thinking? Those shoes with that blouse? I sooo wouldn’t want her to be in charge of this disater. She can’t coordinate anything…
Kennedy: Come on girls! I hear you can drink on Bourbon Street if you’re under 21. Do either of you have one of those new camera phones? I want my picture taken drinking a Hurricane!
In harmony…
Chris: hello
Joe: hello
Teddy: hello…
All: HELLO
And in case that flies under the radar
On a conference call with the DLC: No, no. Teddy was with us the whole time. No. None of the floaters were anywhere near his car. Dont worry Chris has the keys now, and once we find some Chivas, we’ll drop Teddy in his room, and get some work done.
OK, I didn’t see Tom B’s entry… Damn you Blogical!
What’s that…What do I think of Roe vs. Wade? Hell, I don’t care how they got out of New Orleans!
(in unison) “So what do you want me to say next, Mr. Rove?”
Hey! Are you guys in line for the new phone porn too? I’ve been on hold since last Tuesday and I need a drink.
The New York Slimes is interviewing the three fat blind mice.
The three blind mice getting their marching orders from Cindy Sheehan.
Chris Dodd: Not now April
Teddy: Oh no it’s Mary Jo
Leiberman: No Al, I don’t want to play second banana to your losing ways again.
“Yes Mr. Rove. We await today’s instructions on destroying the Democratic party–we hear and we obey.”
Joe: Shalom Hadassah. Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got clowns to the left of me and jokers to the right. I’m so glad that I’m stuck in the middle with you.
(gotta go with what got me here).
“No, you gotta’ listen carefully, these newfangled cell things are useless; it’s spelled C-H-A-P-P-A-Q-U-“
“Hi, Hadassah”
“Yeah!”
“Yeah!”
“No, I’m standing right between them.”
“Yeah, it makes me feel like the pastrami in a cheap deli sandwich.”
1)How do you determine the number of senators in this picture? Count the man-boobs and divide by two.
2) [Voice of offsite liquor store owner]: “I’m sorry, Senator Lieberman, but I’ve got two other guys on the line who just ordered enough scotch to float a battle ship from here to Fredericksburg.
3) [Kennedy]: “Dodd and I want to order a waitress sandwich. Wait. Lieberman, you in? Make that a waitress dagwood sandwich.”
Senators Dodd, Leiberman and Kennedy attempt to demonstrate the flotation devices that will be handed out to New Orleans residents and can be worn under normal casual clothing. Although the devices appear to be a bit saggy and loose, they can aid in…wait a minute. Nevermind.
Opening Scene from “The Manchurian Senators:”
Senator Dodd (D-Conn.): “Yes Karl!”
Senator Lieberman (D-Conn.): “Yes Karl!”
Senator Kennedy (D-Mass.): “Yes Karl!”
“Hey, that Bill O’Reilly was on to something. I’ve got my page boy groaning and moaning like you wouldn’t believe…”
A trio of nerds looking for a party, no luck so far…
I was going to submit one, but then I read #9 by bullwinkle. Now I’m going to have to get all this stuff off my screen and out of my keyboard …. I mean, the image of those three in shiny, skin-tight leotards ….!
(BTW, #5 (… Sirhan ….) seems more like what I’d expect at another site beginning with the letter “k”)
Hello, eera, um, Chappaquiddick Police Dept?
Eera yes, eera, um I’d like to report an accident involving, ah, um, my cah!
When did it occur, you ahsk? Well, eera, just a, ah-ah, short, um, time ago, um, ah….If I was to, eera, venture a guess, ah-ah-um, I’d say just about 35 to 36 years ago, give or, eera, take a few minutes.
Nabisco trots out their new “Asshole Oreo”.
Kennedy: Mr. Scott – three to beam up! Hurry man, giant crawdads are attacking us!
Leiberman: 911 dispatcher, yes hello, say my friend Teddy is hallucinating. Yes, I can hold.
Dodd: Yes is this the Chris Owens Club on Bourbon Street? Yes, I’d like to get a table reserved for three. Yes front row!
Teddy: “This is the last time I call a numba I find on a terlit wall.”
Joe: ” Do you serve matzo ball soup, not Cajun style?”
Dodd: “Yes, mix up a pitcher of Hurricanes to go!”
Three to beam up, Captain Dean.
Well no…it’s not the same SHADE but it’s the same damn shirt and I’m not happy about it at all…it’s an embarrassment.
Kennedy: “Row, row, row your boat, gently down the steam. Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.”
Lieberman: “ Gentile, down the steam. Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. Row, Row, Row your boat, gentile, down the steam”
Dodd: Propel, Propel, Propel, your craft, placidly down the liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, existence is but an illusion.
Proof that tecnology is great. Talking points get around so much faster these days.
Yes, you have reached the Nancy Pelosi’s Personal Porn Hotline and boys I am hot! I am really really hot and been waiting for your conference call…….
To limit bombast, the chairman ruled that committee appearances by some select senators must now be made by teleconference, with no rollover minutes.
OK, we got the photo-op. Now get us the he** out of here!
“Yeah… uh huh… I’m the guy standing on the corner with the white hair talking on the cell phone.”
Three U.S. Senators listening to voicemail from colleague Hillary Clinton. Fox News has just obtained a secret transcript: “Listen up you losers, votte for Roberts and quit embarassing our party. My chances are slipping away. By the way, any of you seen Bill? He owes me some money.”
Teddy: “Some local just told me that I don’t know my a** from a hole in the ground. Could you guys, you know…”
Joe and Chris: “You want us to do WHAT???”
Teddy: “Well, I think it still works, let me check. Just a sec…”
Joe: “I shouldn’t have eaten that third helping of gumbo, it gives me such gas. OY!”
Chris: “You know, something just doesn’t smell right here.”
Teddy: “I don’t give a sh– if his phone is busy, put me through to Lieberman, now!”
Ted “Yes, Hilary…they are trying to find him now…yes, we called McDonald’s… He was there but didn’t want to wait for the fries…Yes, they’re checking Burger King… What? Bring you back a whopper….hee hee, well I’ve told a few…oh, I mean I’ve had a few… OK, OK, no mustard on yours…and NO I told Kerry we’ve stopped doing carry out for him…and tell him to quit asking…”
Orders from Kos
(On conference call with President Bush):
Dubya: “Before we get started I’d like to tell you a joke, There were these three liberals. . .
Teddy: “Just to remind you Mr. President, the three of us are all very liberal, are you sure you want to go ahead with the joke.
Dubya: “uh, I guess not, not if I’m gonna have to explain it three times.”
TK: No honey, really, the hearings are over and we’re deliberating now. Sigh…no, I don’t plan on driving over any bridges, very funny. Look, the other Senators don’t have to got through this every time THEY stay in Washington for the weekend.
The view from Monica’s “beret-cam” as she prepares to “interview” for the role of Senate intern.
Buffet? Buffet?? Buffet??
Dodd: “Damn – is that Sean Penn going by?”
Lieberman: “Ayuh. Does he realize what a tool he looks like, using that little red cup to bail out his boat? Oy.“
Kennedy: “Bail? Whaddaya mean, bail?”
The Three Stooges are calling for bids at three different escort services to see who has the better price.
Lieberman and Dodd patiently “hang on the line” waiting for Senator Kennedy to prove that you really can “conference” cell phone calls.
“Pork.”
“Pork.”
“More Pork.”
“Angels, this is Charlie – I have another assignment for you….”
I don’t know about you guys, but mine is waaaaaaay too much hand and not enough mouth.
“Are you SERIOUS?! Howie said WHAT?!”
Three Blind “Demo-rats”…
Meanwhile, back at the Astrodome, a young evacuee stumbles upon Papa Doc’s voodoo dolls and starts playing make-believe fat-cat.