Welcome to "O Caption! My Caption!" Blogcritics' examination of news, sports, and politics utilizing the most efficient and timesaving method: looking at pretty pictures and deducing what happened based on the pixels.
The shadow of the microphone perfectly outlines Iggy Pop’s phallic tattoo.
Wait a minute…
That’s not what I meant when I said, “Log on.”
No, those aren’t “rolling hills,” either. Just stop it.
Yes yes, I have “all the time in the world.” Haha. Move it along.
So when we get home, Alpaca lunch and you buy the soda.
As if I didn’t already feel like an ass…
Honey, get down from there. Patients aren’t really “first.” That’s just a sign.
(AP Photo/Harry Hamburg)
I know you took my fruit rollup. If you don’t give it back I’m gonna scream.
(Gerald Herbert/Associated Press)
My head is freakishly big! You must listen to me! Grrr!
Yes, a dish best served cold. I get it. Trust me, it’s freezing out here!
(AP Photo/Alexander F. Yuan)
Where’s that bagel? I know I hid it in here somewhere.
Oh, damn. Is my slip showing again?
Camilla Bowles suddenly realizes she’s not a very nice person.
As a guy walks by what he thinks is a homeless man with a stolen camera, he feels free to expel gas that lifts his coattail right up into the air.
At last, my Beary Brite Pedicure Kit has arrived!
The wax rendition of the Village People lost something in translation.
(Saif Dahlah/AFP/Getty Images)
Oh cool, a photographer! Neaeaeaehhhhh!
(Chris Jackson/Getty Images)
Red Rover, Red Rover, get the hell out of my way!
(AP Photo/Javier Galeano)
Sissy, what’s Daddy doing in there?
I’m not sure. I think he’s in time-out.
What did he do?
More to the point, who put him there? And why am I talking like this?
I’m only like, what, four years old?
( Smirnov Vladimir/Abaca)