This guy got trapped in his own e-mail, and then sent himself to my computer. Dumbass!
I got this e-mail and I read it like it was a normal e-mail, and not the deranged musings of a crazy person, until I got to the bottom and the sender literally jumped off the page at me.
But, I think it could make a good 3rd annual caption contest. Like the New Yorker’s cartoon caption thingy, but less prestigious.
So . . . post a comment with a funny caption . . .
Day 1: Foghorns
During our 3-week trip to India over X-mas, Pulao and I went with her family on a 1-week vacation touring the desert state of Rajasthan. We set out from Delhi at 7 AM and the roads were foggy. Extremely foggy. Like white sheets flapping in a cloud. Of milk. Bleached milk. White sheets floating in a cloud of bleached milk and marshmallows, all rolled up in the proverbial pea soup. But really white pea soup.
Our driver, Hari Singh, seemed unperturbed by . . .
Because Michael Douglas. And Glenn Close’s perm.
Florida Gators — National Champions! Even disinterested alumnus should give a loud hooray…plus, wouldn’t it have been fun to have been in Gainesville last night when that football-crazed town won this game. I’m imagining it would be a social experiment gone awry: 50% terrifying, 25% sickening, and 25% can’t look away from the car-accident happening type of excitement…
This one’s from Mumbai… y’ know the city in the country famous for its snake charmers and…