Sunday Caption Madness
Hey everybody, it’s time to play Twistie’s Sunday Caption Madness again!
As in the past, I present you with a photograph. Hit me with your best captions for it. Unlike times past, when I return on Saturday I will declare a winner. Your fabulous prize is, well, only bragging rights, but it’s still fun to play.
So here’s the image. Give me a good caption:
Most of all, have fun!



Helga couldn’t quite understand why every party she’d attended that night ended abruptly after she burst into song…..
“Don’t kill the wabbit!”
Vhat do you mean, ‘Madonna wore the exact same bra in the Nineties’?
I’d flash you my boobs for some beads, but I left my can opener home.
Brunhilda says: “It’s time for the President to go home!”
(if you can’t see the YouTube piece, go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eDJ3cuXKV4)
Huggie-hugs!
cold, cold, coLD, COLD!
What? No jokes about being “horny”?
Brünnhilde wished she had an infinite number of breasts upon which to mount her lovers’ hats; but alas – she had only the two, so had to choose among her favorites.
This is your fairy godmother *points to Disney cartoon* …..And this is your fairy godmother on drugs. Any questions?
Tell me my high C is pretty….NOW!
The valkyrie, Sigrun, daughter of Hogni, puts Dagr under a powerful curse after which he is obliged to live on carrion in the woods.
“Siegfried, vat do you mean you cannot vemember vere ze schnitzel-wurst-hofbrauhaus ist? ‘I sought it vas just down from ze jazz club.’ How many jazz clubs are zere in New Orleans??? Dumbkopf! Do you vant me to call down ze wrath of all of mein sisters RIGHT HERE on ze strasse?”
80% of women wear the wrong size bra!
Seigelinde realizes that her thong underwear must have gotten mixed up in the laundry basket with that of her much-smaller roommate, Ermengard.
“Teutonic Plague”
Owww! I should have gotten the M cup!
The horns of a dilemma indeed.
“What do you mean, Mardi Gras starts NEXT week?!”
“We’re out of potatoes?!”
Helga was destined to lead a lonely life, as she suffered from the rare horned breast disorder, and thus ran the risk of impaling all who came close to her. She found solace in singing and collecting beads. Sadly she also was lead to believe that imbibing copious amounts of beer would cure her. The only time she was not looked upon as a circus freak was during Mardi Gras.
Ultra-Mammary Mega-FemBot, prepare to LAUNCH.