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 Monday morning.
Update: Winners announced. Click the link to read the winning entries. The contest is now closed.
Kid’s thought bubble – “Without a teleprompter you sound like me.”
Baby: Why’s he bowing to me,I not an evil dictator.
Eye-to-eye on so many levels…
I think comment #37 is going to win.
Baby bubble- “Your job performance is in my huggie’s mister spooky ears!”
Kid thinks: “If I aim this right I can puke on his whole head!”
“Just think kid, with no job experience, affirmative actions help and a complicit media. This could be You in 50 years?”
baby- “Phoooey! Mommy, this clown has an ego complex. Get us the heck out of here!”
…don’t worry about kissing up to him MR. President…History will have a hard time remembering you by the time he’s old enough to vote!
Who do you think you’re fooling…I wasn’t born yesterday, you know?
Barry- “So, are you one of them birther silly nuts?”
Sweetum’s- No, I’m your worst nightmare, a deficit hawk!”
One has an infantile view of the world. The other, is an actual infant.
Gosh, he’s still wet behind the ears…!
the e-trade baby: ” Seriously, dude..Get a JOB!”
No kidding, I was born in Hawaii, too!
“She already knows how to say ‘Hopey Changey’ Mr. President!!!”
…back up, mom, he’s about to suck me dry!
…back up, mom, he’s about to suck me dry!
…back up, mom, he’s about to suck me dry!
propagandized infant- “Back off bucko or I’ll make a budget mess even a pro like you cannot hide!”
Phooey!
My post at #111 is too similar to post #37 (I should have read every post). Can it be removed. Post #37 is much better. Thank you.
“Now you see kid, you wouldn’t have to pay this tax if your Mom was a modern, Digital Mom. But she not, she’s an old fashion Analog Mom. That means she uses way too much energy. So, you’ve got to pay this tax or the IRS will take you to court and you’ll send the rest of you life behind bars. Did you understand that time?”
Finally, on equal footing!
A true meeting of the minds…with similiar perspectives!
Can you believe it and with a straight face…
…you can fool some of the people…
Oh Baby, you gotta go!
Baby: “I fart in your general direction and I’m not even French!”
I won.
Harry Potter awaits his turn at having his future magically sucked away by Vobamamort
Keep your grubby mitts away from my piggy bank, you jug eared, purple lipped thief.
Whose your Daddy?
“Look, Timmy, it’s the moron who’s saddling you with a lifetime of debt.”
What a lovely taxpayer er baby you have there. Are you sure that he is going to be able to pay all the debt we are building up today??
Yet another child who’s going to be scared of clowns his entire life
“Mr. President, you promised us hope and change. Well, here’s your chance. My baby needs changed.”
I told mommy clowns scare me.
Obama to baby ‘Yeah well you crap in your pants”
Baby to Obama “Yeah well in 3 years I will have grown out of that and you will still be a socialist elitist snob whose only economic experience is going bankrupt in monopoly every time you play”
Baby: “Bobo…”
Obama: “No that’s Bozo… wait a minute, what the hell am I saying.”
Obama: “It’s Bush’s fault.”
Obama: “Your momma will clean up your shit, but you’ll spend years cleaning up mine.”
Both(thinking): “You stink.”
See sweetie, this is what a true loser looks like. Remember that when you get older. You don’t want to be one of those.
Obama: Why do you insist on punishing your mother?
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After the debate, the President looked dazed on his way to the latest stream of fundraisers.
Let me just bow and apologize to you, typical white baby, for not getting enough funding for Planned Parenthood to keep you from being born into this mess that I, errrr, George Bush, created.
Desperate to raise that $1 Billion in campaign funds, Obama greets donors at a $35,000 per baba fundraiser.
I just HOPE you’ll CHANGE my diaper that I just filled with your economic policy.
Whew, I just met a baby….I need a vacation.
You see, the Republicans pushed the baby carriage into the ditch. Now, I got down in there and pushed it out of the ditch while they stood there sucking on their binkies. And then they’re like, hey we want to push the baby again. And I say, y’all can’t push the baby no more ’cause y’all don’t belong to the “Nanny” state.
“Look Mommy’ the clown has three 6’s on his head!!”