Why should the The New Yorker have all the fun?** Let's have our own cartoon caption contest. I draw. You caption. (We'll see if this works.) Today's illustration:
Submit your entry.
All submissions will be judged by a panel of monkeys in top hats and monocles (each possessing an achingly dry wit that far surpasses your own). Winners will be awarded our grubby, thumbed-through back-copies of The New Yorker.
* Note the unique name. No lawsuits here, nosiree.
** Because you know that place is cray-zee: late night fact-checking parties, ribald puns about ampersands and tildes, uproarious debates on the comparative merits of en versus em dashes. Whoo! (Actually, I would like to see that en/em dash thing.)