Extremes meet - push the bounds of propriety too far and you become decent.
After the Surgeon General’s report, the tobacco industry tried to fight back with the Miss Lung Cancer Is Bogus beauty pageant.
Dear New England Journal of Medicine Forum: I never used to think the stories you printed were real, until one day…
The pageant judges breathed a sigh of relief that none of the finalists were heroin mules.
As usual, there are too many good captions to choose from!
I’m going to have to go with @kaylasdad99 for First Place Winner with
Many good runners-up, but in particular, I laughed most at these:
I got a good laugh out of all the entries.
Your turn, @kaylasdad99!
Thank you, that’s quite gratifying. I’m on a break at work right now, but I should be home and finding pics in a couple of hours. Stay tuned.
Okay, here we go.
Have at it, ladies and gents!
“Look. Pretzel Woman just for you, sweetie-pie.”
“I like bagels, mom.”
“Mom, I need a note for school, and they’re not going to accept any more, ‘I got wrapped up’ excuses.”
“See? Nothing to it. And it can save you from any awkward situations.”
“Mark said he could do anything for me, mom.”
“Yeah, but can he bend like this?”
Little Jenny contemplates her new Build-A-Mommy kit.
Dee Snider’s twisted sister and his niece.
“It’s pure nard. Can you smell it, sweetie? Jesus used it to perfume his feet too.”
Tiffany would go on to fail Anatomy class 15 years later.
It was the worst case she had seen in her entire career. A low bar for a three year old chiropractor, but still…
“But if they folded him like this Jack-in-the-Box wouldn’t be so creepy, would he?”
See, honey, when you call a person a butthead…
The really hard part is remembering to smile.