OTB Caption Contest
Time the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
Time the Monday OTB Caption ContestTM
msnbcmedia.msn.com
Winners for this contest will be announced next weekend.
msnbcmedia.msn.com
FILED UNDER: Uncategorized, Contests
“Here’s what we do: We build a giant chicken, then push it up to the Incirlic Air Base gates, then Ahmed, Muhammad, Sinjar, and Tanju will jump out….”
What do you mean this isn’t the Burning Chicken Festival?
The Minot Prairie Chickens are ready for the first game ever of Sand Hockey.
Think the Trojans will let us in?
“Waterworld: Conquer the desert” was a bigger flop than it’s prequel
Once again, we send off my war-rig to bring back greatness from Americatown and head coverings from the Hair Farm. Once again, I salute my imperator, Furious Masses, and I salute my half-life white people who will ride with me eternal on the highways of Manhattan.
– Immortan Trump
Horseless carriage my ass.
Golfing on shrooms.
Michael Mann and friends go on an elephant ride seeking global warming.
Once the courts got involved with Brady vs the NFL it was only a matter of time before they wrecked hockey as well.
The politically correct hipster version of Mad Max
Mad Max Beyond Dunderdome
So much money . . . so few polo ponies.
Who knew convertibles were making a comeback?
Introducing the newer, greener amphibious Tesla . . . hit the water & start rowing.
@al-Ameda: Mentally unstable Maximillion
@RockThisTown: Who needs ponies…. It’s a polo monoreme.
Mars colony preppers. Come join us!
And the Lord said, Make you an ark of gopher wood. . .
Upon reaching the desert, the Vikings found wheels to be of more use than oars.
It’s the panzer of polo!
Hoist the mainsail, we sail for Barstow and glory!
Grog? Are you mad? Where’s my Chardonnay?
Falling behind populists like Sanders and Trump, Hillary Clinton’s staff tries out a new campaign bus design. Unfortunately it was loosely based on the game of Chicken Polo, which never really caught on.
Eager would-be buyers were quickly asking for refunds when Elon Musk revealed the design for his latest Tesla branded vehicle.
They loaded up the cart and moved to Beverly, hills that is, swimming pools, movie stars.
A mechanized elephantless tower! What will these genius minds think of next?
“Say what you want Ismail, but these I miss the old days of towers with real elephants…”
As it turns out the old elephant towers were cheaper to operate. The elephants would work for peanuts!
Dubai? I hardly know her…
For some reason, those car models from Dubai have never been very popular in the export market…
Surprisingly, this is the first time someone thought to bring a Trojan horse to a polo match.
Sadly, Donald Trump’s proposed changes to the Republican Party Symbol aren’t such a good idea either….
A Trojan horse? That must be a really big condom!
Wow, they really cut the budget on the Lord of the Rings sequel.
Escorted by the desert storm troopers, the Empires modern day AT-AT Walker rolls by.
After an amazing victory in the battle for pink slips, the underdogs roll away with their prize!!!
Desperate for attention, Chris Christie’s unusual tour bus blares the tune Row, Row, Row Your Bloat.
If this is what police militarization looks like, I guess we didn’t need to be so worried.
“Daddy, who was Tiger Woods, and what was the big deal about him again?”
The earliest versions of the Viking longboat did not strike fear into the hearts of their enemies.
Pillage People, “Burning Macho Man” Tour 2015
“And as the dust cloud lifted, the sun shined through, and the haze that had surrounded Max’s life began to dissipate. As the giraffe shaped vehicle trundled towards him, surrounded by the bicycles, he absently reached for his shotgun — to realize he had no shotgun. Slowly, it occurred to him, that he was not Max Rockatansky, that he was never married, that the world had not descended into chaos and society had not disintegrated; he was just an Australian visiting Burning Man (and here, the man was just wood. Right?) His days on the Main Force Patrol and the years surviving in the wastelands was not a trip on the road, but a trip through his mind. And yet, standing there, blinking, bewildered at the sight, he felt even more lost than in his dream world — even after that part where he got younger. Wasn’t that the real one? No, this was, he thought, as other memories came, of his flight over here, of his parents saying goodbye at the airport. They were still waiting for him, right? Yes, of course they were.
Adrift, confused, upset he no longer had that jacket nor that Pursuit Special (was that really a car?), and still half in the wasteland of his inner mind, he stumbled forward. God, he needed a beer.”
Rollout of the Liberal war machine…