Here’s how to play:
1. Look at the cartoon
2. Think up your own original caption
3. Be silly and have fun
4. My cat and I will choose our favorites, and will announce the winners on Monday
Just enter your caption in the “Comments” box below (use any name you want, but the e-mail must be real). (No one else will see that but me.)
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Have Fun!
“Marauding monkeys have heisted integral idiom from featured popular post,” Opinionated Observer supposedly said.
“I just don’t see the resemblance, Bob.”
“Whereas we appear dignified, his visage just seems, well … cold. Don’t you think?”
“I’ve tried everything! He just stands there with that stupid look on his face and refuses to answer!”
“I asked this fine fellow for directions and he said he simply doesn’t snow …”
“Him? That’s Burl Ives’ long lost brother Caloway …”
“OK… Friend material, or no?”
“He doesn’t talk much, but he seems pretty cool.”
“Yeah, so he’s got a stovepipe hat and two eyes made out of coal, but where’s his button nose? Tell me that, Mortie. Where’s his button nose?”
“If he were made of cocaine instead of snow, we’d have a fortune.”
“Okay, so we’ve stolen a snowman’s identity. Now what are we going to do with it?”
You don’t have concerns about global warming? Nah. Fake news.
I don’t know how to break the bad news. What—global warming? No, that we are all matching.
“Sorry, Walter, but we voted you out of the club.”
“He’s just like you! Cold and heartless!”
” I know I asked for a tall frosty one, but this is ridiculous!”
“Sorry, man. I got hungry and ate the carrot nose.”
“The buttons and eyes are hairballs.”
“What’s HE smoking?”
“Damn you, Jenkins! YOU ate the carrot nose, didn’t you?”
So I say the fish was about this big. What do you think?
Jesus came to Alberta.
Ridley Scott designed this one.
I had to hide the weird boner.
Just hug him. You’re embarrassing me!
He’s white, so his hands are only out.
I hate to admit it but we’re going to have to call Dr. Seuss.
Did you know that Eskimos have over 100 words to describe bad teeth?
Darling, I understand you took creative liberty but….my hips are not that wide
He’s right behind me and he’s mocking me again, isn’t he?
You can’t HANDLE the scarf.
“What do you mean it’s me? Am I that fat to you, Jim?”
THIS could be YOU, my friend, if you don’t quit smoking that pipe!
“As you can clearly see, Ted, OUR scarves are better.”
I don’t have the budget. This is my version of the wall. Damn Canadians.
We never build snow facsimiles of ourselves when we drink Sanka brand decaffienated coffee.
So it’s settled- with two votes to one, I will be the leader of our stovepipe-hat-gang
I was really hoping Witness Protection would send us somewhere warmer….
I don’t know, Ted, this whole thing is just a little too “Uncanny Valley” for me….
Dude… this catnip is some good sh*t.
“Trying to negotiate with him is like trying to negotiate with Jello.”
“There’s simply no scientific explanation for this, Wendal, doncha see?”
“I got tired, and stopped at the nose.”
“Apparently, he’s well-known in these parts.”
“Chuck is gonna be your stunt double.”
“We’ll make snowcones. Nobody will suspect a thing!”
And like all spiritual beings he must first cast off the earthly illusions – hats, scarves, arms, eyeballs. You in?