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.
Movie Poster
The white chick, the wookie and her tookus.
Coming soon to a theatre near you.
Michelle schools Obama on how to play basketball.
Guy on right thought bubble “If they bootie bump the white chick wont survive it”
Gez, I really need to go to better strip clubs!
I hear that new upcoming STAR TREK film isn’t very good….
SOUL TRAIN just isn’t as good since Don Cornelius killed himself.
I guess this means that Black History Month must be over?
No mam, I don’t want a lapdance. I’m just leaving….
This past election wasn’t very good. It was a choice of this or Ann Romney MS’n to the oldies!
“I’d like to buy “Retired Military” here, a lapdance”.
“Whoa! I don’t remember eatin’ dat.”
“That’s no moon….”
With their beepers broken they inadvertantly backed into each other.
I’m not sayin’ how big it is, but it better beep when it backs up.
It’s amusing that both of our captions have the same overall form: (Refusal to name it), BUT (implication of huge size).
Here’s another one:
I don’t want to point any fingers, but the high tide is in again.
Booty and the Beast
You sure that’s not “Booty ON the Beast”?
DRUDGEBREAKING: Michelle shows of her dancing skills with the new dance craze that is leaving the Harlem Shake in the dust. The Lewinsky…
The White House tips its hand that it intends to squash, not just quash Bob Woodward.
Wide load.
This is the only reason I vote…the photo ops!
The secret service tries to get Michelle to quietly back away from the buffet.
Someone has wandered pretty far off the food pyramid is all I’m sayin’.
…but she’s sorta shaped like a pyramid
I don’t know what it is, but it seems to be advancing on Tokyo.
That’s just funny !!!
I loved the Toho productions inspired Japanese “rubber monster” humor here myself the moment this was posted early this morning and was the first person to vote for it. I went for mostly real offensive shock value laughs here myself, and was frankly surprised that an MS joke, the Don Cornelius suicide joke, and a Black history month joke I made didn’t incite the townspeople to rise up with pitchforks and torches to run me out of town as far worse than Frankenstein’s Monster.
…then you may like the caption I posted this (Saturday) morning. Probably thought of too late to be in the running thought.
The First Lady and the President went to bed. First Lady rolled over and the Pres was dead.
Apparently wookies also experience pon farr.
“Michelle. What is your stance on nuclear waste?”
You gotta be tough if you wanna ride with the Choom Gang.
Michelle “Onatopp” crushes opposing journalists between her massive thighs.
There’s no room for her on the Vogue cover, but Sir Mixalot wants her for the new video.
While the press only sees her upper arms, the rest of us are stunned into silence by her more substantial parts.
No, really, do these pants make my ass look big?
As the impact of the sequester rolled across the government, one immediate cut was to remove the FLOTUS chair.
Wax on, wax off
While the first lady was definitely enjoying herself, the obvious boredom by the audience prompted the “Interpretive recreation of the scene from the unrated version of Requiem” to be cut from the Oscars award show.
It’s amazing what the modern science of fabrics is able to achieve in containing extreme forces.
You know there is going to be some PTSD among the secret service after this administration.
Here we see the slimming effects of black pants.
Cheap Chinese imports. You can see that they missed a stitch on her underwear.
Michelle Obama’s publicist asked Wizbang to remove this unflattering photo.
“Where will you be when diarrhea strikes?”
The audience is practically still now they’ve started dancing; and (uh) they’ve begun a grinding motion. They are starting to rub again; it’s… the audience reaction has (uh) slacked up a little bit. The back pants of the FLOTUS are just holding it (uh) just enough to keep it from…It’s burst into flames! Get this, Charlie; get this, Charlie! It’s fire… and it’s crashing! It’s crashing terrible! Oh, my! Get out of the way, please! It’s burning and bursting into flames and the… and it’s falling on the dance floor. And all the folks agree that this is terrible; this is the worst of the worst catastrophes in the world. [indecipherable] its flames… Crashing, oh! Four- or five-hundred pounds into the studio and it… it’s a terrific crash, ladies and gentlemen. It’s smoke, and it’s in flames now; and the dance team is crashing to the ground, not quite to the floor. Oh, the humanity! And all the screaming screaming around here. I told you; it—I can’t even talk to people, their friends are in there! Ah! It’s… it… it’s a… ah! I… I can’t talk, ladies and gentlemen. Honest: it’s just laying there, mass of smoking wreckage. Ah! And everybody can hardly breathe and talk and the screaming. I… I… I’m sorry. Honest: I… I can hardly breathe. I… I’m going to step inside, where I cannot see it. Charlie, that’s terrible. Ah, ah… I can’t. Listen, folks; I… I’m gonna have to stop for a minute because [indecipherable] I’ve lost my voice. This is the worst thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Excellent
“…Oh, the huge vanity!” or “…Oh, the inanity” would suit it as well.
Then, I slap him on the a** and say, “Take it, b*tch! WHO’S YOUR MOMMY??? WHO’S YOUR MOMMY???”
Gotta be jelly cause jam don’t shake like that.
Her code name in Woodward’s new book is “Deep Thighs”.
The budget isn’t the only thing in this administration that is growing out of control.
The First Lady could do with a little less “revenue” and a little more “cost cutting” if you catch my drift.
Michelle shows distress over dropping her 16 Oz. soda… knowing she isn’t gonna get another.
Hard to tip over, the First Lady has a very low center of gravity.
It’s believed that there’s one of these at the center of every galaxy.
If you get too close, gravity will pull you in and the only way to escape is to eject your dilithium crystals and hope the explosion blasts you clear.
One of the prerogatives of being First Lady is that you can poop wherever you want to.