
They all look creepy to me.
Well, it’s another dreary Monday, at least from where I happen to be seated. But, I’ve got a smashing new cartoon that needs your help. It seems so naked without a clever caption, so please offer adequate clothing in the form of a witty caption. (Image after jump.) Let me get to the rules first. Just type a clever caption (you are allowed two submissions) and place it in the comment section, along with a valid email address, and you could win a $10 cash prize. I will accept entries until midnight, Friday, May 8th, 2009. I’ll select five finalists over the weekend, which will be voted on starting noon Monday, May 11th, 2009.
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This cartoon goes out to all of you who’ve stumbled into the wrong bar or restaurant. This has happened to me before, although I was not dressed like a clown. Because I think abandoning a drink is extremely wasteful, I would finish it as quickly as possible, while trying my best to keep my discomfort hidden from the creepy regulars staring me down for invading their seedy sanctuary.
One last thing about this week’s cartoon: it marks my last use of a bar as a backdrop – for a few weeks at least. In case you might be wondering, let me just state: I do not have a drinking problem – although my years in the bond market back in the nineties did bring me a bit closer to the bottle than I would have preferred. If you have any suggestions regarding what types of situations or scenarios would be funny, send me a note (splendidmarbles at gmail dot com).
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I think this might be a gay bar, all the guys is checking us out.
The day the Bozo Show was cancelled
Disappointment spewed from Cookie’s face as he knew he had witnessed his final Grand Prize Game
Its’ a REAPER’S Pub, not a REEFER Pub, Bonzo!
Dude if we can make them laugh here we can make them laugh anywhere.
I believe we definitely disagree with Blue Oyster Cult on this one….
“On the count of 3…you squirt them with your flower…I’ll run..it’s been a pleasure, Binky”
D’ya think our outfits are a little too gay for this place?
Maybe you’ll listen to me the next time I suggest we go to Hooters!
For pete’s sake Doris, I said I was sorry..How was I to know Reaper isn’t just an Irish name!
After hearing “Dont Fear the Reaper” for the tenth time in a row Jackie and Eric finally got the point.
Wanna get outta here, this place is dead…
Maybe we shouldn’t have made fun of that mime.
Phyllis was glad she brought Steve for moral support to her first speed dating event
Man…I told you we should have ordered the Dead Guy Ale, you and your damn umbrella’s!!!
This is going to be a tough one… everyone in here looks so grim!
Hey Cookie we were just puffin on a grim reaper. Coincidence? I think not..
I said I wanted to go to a dive bar, not a die bar!
Not to be taken Lightly!
with birthday parties down this year, the clowns started taking any “open mic” gigs they could get.
I’ll create the old “ballon scythe” diversion and you make a break for it.
The flyer said Stimulus Package discussion dress appropriate. I guess its clear who is a Democrate and who is a Republican…
Oh my Goth!
Something is very strange about this pub!!! everyone is drinking long necks.
Ok Honey you proved your point. Yes! 1 out of every 4 reapers are left handed, can we go now? You just always have to prove your right!!
I think the term “killjoy” is about to be re-defined!
Reapers creepers….lets get out of here Bozo.
Well, why did they HAVE a seltzer bottle on the bar if we weren’t supposed to use it?
And they call this “Happy Hour”.
“Yeah, right…we blend.”
“Last night’s show must have been a real killer.”
I’d hate to see the bouncer here.
I’d hate to be the bouncer here.
I told you we’d make a killing with this place.
Hey, Murray. Look at all these boneheads.
I just don’t understand why they have to be so cold!
“I don’t care what Zagat said about their ‘divine’ death by chocolate cake – one drink and we’re leaving!”
“You couldn’t just leave it alone, huh? You had to make a crack about their outfits. Now you REALLY look like a clown!”
Zeezo and Bumpus quickly realized that their new act had better be really good at the “Open Mic.” night
John and Sarah soon realized that their attempt to fit in had failed miserably.
There’s scary… and then there’s clowns.
The Grim Reapers longed to be as scary as the two new strangers.
Don’t worry. Nobody messes with
John Wayne Gacy, Jr.’s date.
Man, that last one did not want to go. I needed a drink.
I think I just ruined my size 50 pants…
I KNEW we should’ve gone straight to the AA meeting after work!
I told you Marge, Clowns ARE scarier than the reaper, that’s how i got us this table right up front!!
Laughing in the face of death.
STOP IT…we’re fine. We scare just as many kids as they do!
“Don’t be paranoid. How can they be staring at us if they have no eyes?!”
I’m not sure if they’re checking us out, or sizing us up before they kick our asses. And I thought it was bad when we accidently wondered into that gay biker bar!
That clown’s hair looks like some grim reefer.
And people think we look creepy….
Naw, don’t worry. They’re just pissed off because they heard a bunch of new jobs were supposed to open up because of that swine flu thing. Turns out it was just a bunch of media overkill.
“The crowd sure is dead tonight”
In fear of copyright infringement, the Grimm Brothers henceforth, were known as the Brothers Grimm
How was I supposed to know Mr. Grim was in a motorcycle gang?
I think Mr. Grim wants you out of the next Twisted Metal tournament.
“Is your mother trying to tell me something by recommending this place?”
I told you we should order beer. We stand out like a couple of clowns!
Hey, the one in the corner just rolled his eyes at you … literally.
“I doubt they’d even be offended if if told them to go to hell…”
“Wow…that squirting flower prank did not go over well.”
Wow, I think it must be dead hour and here we are all dressed up for happy hour.
Relax, I really don’t think anyone is going to notice that your purse matches your shoes.
You think everyone’s Micky Rourke.
“Is it just me or do you get the feeling this is a grave bar?”
“I thought you said this was a GAY bar, not a GRAVE bar!”
This is the last time I check Craigslist for gigs.
“Oh come on guys, why the long skull? Bonehead is just a figure of speech. It’s like you don’t have a sense of femur…” “Just forget it Bonkers, this place is dead.”
This is looking pretty Grim… don’t you think ?
These guys need to get a LIFE !!!
These clowns have been here way too long.
Now I’m glad I changed my depends before we came.
Think the rest of the gang is gonna showup?
I thought we could make ‘em laugh, but it’s looking pretty grim here!
Where’s the men’s room?
I’m gonna get us a cab…..Keep em occupied.
you cross eyed fool, it’s reapers pub. look they’re all drinking long neck deadwisers.
Slappy: Damn this economic crisis!!
Hoppy: I know, these guys look like they havent had a meal in ages. At least Wal-mart had a sale on robes.
BYOS (bring your own sickle) Night was so much more fun last week
Are you sure you entered the right address on MapQuest?
You were right… hell is just a bunch of guys hangin’ in a bar…
Dude, I told the drinks in this place were to die for!
“You know how you were telling me you didn’t know what irony meant.”
Let’s go Bozo….I think we have all the material we need for our “Laughing in the Face of Death” show.
All of that clowning around was bound to catch up to us someday.
Hey I think thats Kelly Ripa sitting over there.
Dude, something tells me we won’t be getting laid tonight!
I told you we should’ve ordered beers.
Bush and Cheney attend an RNC dinner after the 2008 election.
“Now we know why the sign said Two Drink Maximum”
“You order the next round, I’ll go feed the meter”
OK, so what if we try this one on them? “Grim reaper walks into a bar. Bartender says, “Whaddya have?” Grim reaper says “Bud’s Life.” Heh heh. Get it, Bud’s Life?”
HOW long until the waitress brings our drinks????????
“Tough crowd.”
Are you sure the invitation said “come as you are?”
“They think they’re so cool just because they finished law school and we dropped out to go to clown college.”
They frown on clowning around.
You just had to drag me out to karaoke tonight…We’re going to get killed up there.
See honey, I told you my new act was killer!
Its a lucky thingyou brought these drink umbrellas along, Spazzo, or my “electric mango iced tea” would be overflowing with tears.
Intimidated? Please! Skeletor over there couldn’t make a toddler cry if you gave him a balloon, a honking nose, and a head start!
Hey Al… That joke where you poison my drink just isn’t funny anymore.
Well Snickers, this is the deadest crowd since Sigfried ateRoy…Grrr
“I don’t care how funny you think we look-nobody’s laughing”
“Something’s funny here, and it AIN”T us!”
Earl and Bill rethought their classic tag line of “Whatta ya gonna do, kill us” before taking the open mic night.
We probably shouldn’t have ordered the mojitos.
What do you think these clowns want?
Hey, Chuckles, I think they know what you did last summer.
I know you said we needed a change, but this?!
Remember, Bubbles, no sudden movements. You’ll scare them to death.
“When I say I want to get dead drunk you really shouldn’t take it so literally…”
Caption: “Our Wedding Photo”
“Still think listening to Pennywise was a good idea?”
I’ll bet Jay Leno never played to an audience this grim!
I know there were 20 of us in the car when we got here… where ARE they?
“Man, I heard everyone was dying to get into this new bar but c’mon…”
Don’t get your cuffs in all in a ruffle Tony. We’re made guys and they know it. They won’t risk the rath of Pennywise.
“So, did your cousin recommend this place before or after he found out you were sleeping with his wife?”
“Well Chuckles, you’re up next. Have You ever think about changing careers?”
When one of these guys says “That beer went right through me,” he’s not kidding!
“Taste your drink already, Sally—it’s to die for!”
I’d say it looks more like everyone is dying to get out of here
suddenly panic sets in as Binky realizes he’s not wearing clean underwear.
Dude, the one in the back is startin’ to creep me out.
Hey, dying’s easy, comedy’s hard.
Dude, that guy in the back is startin’ to creep me out.
uh..are these friends of yours?
Sorry for bringing you here doll, but who knew the gentrification of hell would be so…uncomfortable.
They’re staring at the hat, aren’y they?? I know it…it’s the hat.
Bubbles and Bobo wanted to join a new social club but they’re not sure this one is right for them…
You didn’t tell me that this was a private pub for government reapers.
Boy this place is dead-lets get out of here!!!
Don’t look now but the skinny one is giving you funny looks!!
i think they are after your hat bonzo.
Gee…I hope these guys aren’t working today!
I don’t care if the sign say “Clowns drink for free”. It just doesn’t feel right.
These Ingmar Bergman movie re-unions are pretty dour affairs.
You just had to order the Shirley Temples.
Where’s the Beef?
Ix-nay on the Oopy-Whay ushiun-Kay
caption: I’m guessing we made it just in time for the Stephne King Audition.
Sheesh. These guys need to lighten up!
lets go they’re killing my buzz
“The sign said ‘Hooters’! How the hell was I to know they were talking about banshees and their soul collectors!”
“I don’t know about you, but I came here to get laid, not laid out!”
Thats some bad bed head Harry.
“are u sure u want to join this republicain party?”
Boy, open mic night just ain’t what it used to be.
Just pretend you work for the car companies and everything will be just fine….
Whatever happens, don’t let anyone squeeze your nose.
“Have you met the wife`s family.”?
“why didnt u tell me this was a black robe affair?”
“Looks like the joke’s on us, Buttons. I think Twinkles was kidding when he said this place was to die for.”
Uhhh…looks like we’re both going to get the last laugh.
Are you positive that email said this was a cycle club meeting?
How can I draw a picture like that?
tous le monde ici st tristes
Humph.tsk, You HAD to tell the cabbie that you wanted to try a zombie cocktail!
good for the soul laugh away
Where’s all the chicks? It’s a total Bone Fest in here!
Do you ever feel like you are being watched?
Don’t look but I think one of them is checking you out Harold.
i hope that is you rubbing my leg.
I think the No Exit signs are posted for creating an atmosphere of abject terror. Laugh clown, laugh.
Your gonna die laughing at this one!
blech! gadzooks! this beer tastes like it’s…EXPIRED
Zounds! Hades himself would freeze hell over if he knew these beers were…EXPIRED
“Two clowns walk into a bar…uh, I forget the next part.”
” Let’s see who gets drunk and gets into a car accident first…”
ollie another fine mess you got us in…laurel and harty,,,,,,,…2nd don’t move i dont think they see us
The reunion of the last two remaining members of the Grateful Dead turned out to be not such a good idea after all.