Here’s how to play: Think up a caption for this drawing (or several captions), and then submit in the “Comments” box below. Submit your caption under any name you choose (with an actual e-mail), and then check back occasionally to see others’ captions. On November 6, my cat and I will choose our favorite captions and publish them here. Be silly. Have fun. (And if you have friends who might enjoy this, please share this site with them, too!)
Thanks, and Enjoy!
Well, you may not have hair, but you got yourself a hare today, Arnold.
“HEY! – That’s MY tiara!!”
“I look pretty good for 137.”
Damn kids!
Oh the humiliation!
Do you think he will even notice? He rarely ever pokes his head out to take a look!
Accessorizing is so difficult with this damn shell!
“What are YOU lookin’ at?!”
Mirror, mirror on the wall My aquarist has got some gall !
I can’t believe I let that sales clerk talk me into buying this ridiculous tiara.
This is my tiara! There are many like it, but this one is mine!
I beat that ass of a rabbit in that 10k race and all I get for winning is a stupid plastic tiara? I didn’t even get a damn t-shirt for my $50 entrance fee!!
That stupid turtle in the glass is ALWAYS copying me!
Why can’t I ever make myself look pretty?
Think I’ll get to dance with Leonardo?
“Oh!- Auntie Mildred! When did you get here? And how’d you get my tiara?!”
This is what I get for kissing a frog??? I was supposed to get prince charming!
You think I don’t see you following me around?! That tiara’s a lousy disguise, Bert!
You talkin’ to ME? You talkin’ to ME?!
One seems to have become a turtle, quite distressing.
This just doesn’t do anything for my short legs and big feet.
If this is what it takes to become a creative innovator, I’ll go with that packaged framework.
I told you, what I really need is a shell upgrade.
“Once they see the new, improved me there’s no *possible* way they’ll consider me for soup …”
Et tu, Terpe?
Do you think the tiara makes my butt look too big?
Join us on Extreme Makeover Reptile Edition!
This tiara may not be quite enough… perhaps I will add my feather boa…
No.
I pity the fool who does not love me.
Miss Congeniality? Really?
Hmmm…. Now I just need some killer shoes…
Mardi Gras isn’t for another FOUR MONTHS?!!
I’ve invested A LOT in this tiara – Let’s bring it DOWN.
I’m cute, I’m funny, and gosh darn it! People like me!
Stop staring at me and take off that stupid hat!
Mirror? Mirror?! MIRROR!!! You simply MUST SAY I’m the fairest now! I put on the best hat in all the realm.
First I beat that miserable hare, and now… well, now I just look darling, don’t I?
I forget…Do I rest on my laurels or let the laurels rest on me?
Wow, this thing makes me look just like Queen Elizabeth!
Gonna get my twerk on!
YOU AGAIN!!!!
Why, You little RASCAL, you!
All turtles shall bow down to me! Mwha ha ha ha ha!
A tiny wig, and I’ll look 150 years younger.
Look out world – I’m officially out of the shell!
Cripes. Ya HAD to stay past midnight, didn’t ya?
OK, how do I take this dumb thing OFF?
“I really had things figured out when I was teenager. I understood how the world worked and saw it for what it was. I’m not sure why I drastically altered my values and behavior a few years later, but I’m sure it’s not because I learned something.”
“Yeah, that’ll show ’em!”
Don’t mock me!
I see right through you.
Looks like “Miss Galapagos” will just have to wait.
Even the “Hunchback of Notre Dame” is no match for me, I still wear the crown! drmrs 11/16/2013