And the winner is:
The Centaur called me last night and asked me if I’d bit off more than I could chew with this contest. I told him I only ate one of the hot dogs seen in the picture below.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said.
He was referring to the quality of the entries I presume. And the difficult task of picking a winner. And he was right. There was a snow-globe flurry of entries on the last day and they ranged from the completely obvious to the total left field. Just what I had hoped for. So thanks again everyone for playing along at home.
But in the end there was one entry that had me baffled initially. On first read, it was neither clever nor funny. I wondered why someone had submitted it at all. Then, 24 hours later as I was looking back at this caption and studying the photo, it all became clear. Big bonus points for having the guts to play such an understated hand.
So congratulations Tom! If you contact me, I’ll hook you up with that invite.
When you see this many hot dogs on a grill, you instinctively pull out your camera, snap a picture, post it on your blog, and wait for the clever captions to come pouring in. It’s a pretty tired formula. But this time, there is a twist for the music lovers, nerds and geeks out there. On Monday at Midnight (EST), I will award an Oink (oink.me.uk) invite to the most clever, funniest caption as deemed by me and me alone. And if you don’t know what Oink is, do as the King James Bible says and “Ye, go forth and google it.”
But I can’t just leave it at that. I have to set some sort of bar, however low. So here are my top 5 captions for the photo:
- I guess if heaven is a grill, then all dogs do go to heaven. I don’t think I want to go to grill heaven though. Good thing I am not a dog.
- {To the tune of the Reading Rainbow TV theme song} Take you one, it’s in a bun-Weiner Rainbow.
- How many lips and assholes are we looking at here?
- Is it just me or do all the dogs in their buns look like turtles in various poses? The third one from the top left looks like it’s trying to whisper a secret.
- 99 hot dogs in buns on the grill. 99 hot dogs in buns. Take one down, pass it around. Why are we passing around hot dogs in buns?
Yes, I just wasted your time with those captions. They were purposely bad. The real fun is now in your hands. Put yourself in my shoes. Spend a few minutes thinking about it. Be brave. Throw something out there. There is nothing to lose. Don’t worry if it’s not spectacular. Who cares. You can hide behind the great invisible walls of the Internet just like me. It’s kinda cool back here.
Diversity; it’s a wonderful thing.
add buns and this is what went down Takeru Kobayashi (the tsunami).
2006: 533â„4 hot dogs
2005: 49 hot dogs
2004: 531â„2 hot dogs
2003: 441â„2 hot dogs
2002: 501â„2 hot dogs
2001: 50 hot dogs
This place is a total sausage fest.
You are scaring me.
“Then, all nine of the band members appeared on stage and the crowd went absolutely ecstatic”
“I don’t know what we’re waiting for. But with a line this long, it’s gotta be good!”
Combo Special:
“One Funky Cold Medina with each purchase of Oscar Mayer weiner. No substitutions.”
The boys never expected such a large crowd when they stumbled outside to relieve themselves…
Our president is a pig, and a butcher, and a hypocrite – do you get it? we’re all slowly frying while you figure it out..(sorry, love my country, hate my pres – no offense)
It was at that precise moment, the hot dogs realized the cruel irony of having evolved legless.
Nice work, Zillionaires. These are great so far. I like the variation and subtle, deep readings. Keep making me think! Keep making me laugh!
“Where’s Piglet?” asked Pooh.
With an hour to kill before the spaceship arrived, and having some extra wieners lying around, the Heaven’s Gate cultists decided to have one last barbecue.
unMotivational Poster Submission 07:
Life
we are produced, squeezed out, part of a chain that was once bound. we slowly cook to a tough membrane, impermeable. the bun, our security, our vechiles. Life will bite down. Our warm and jumbled parts exposed–a journey to consumption.
The database for the site was getting drunk and making a fool of himself last night and was not accepting comments for a spell. I’m extending the contest until tonight at midnight because there was at least one entry that didn’t get posted.
In celebration of its 80th anniversary 7-11 is touring “Through The Ages,” a collection of display case hot-dogs on loan from stores across the country arranged by age.
from the hotdog on the top row (no bun), 6 over:
“i’m just gonna pop up and take a look…damn, can’t they get another atm machine?”
1) that’s a lot of weiner.
2) you’re weiner is touching mine.
3) Wienershnitzel! Weinershnitzel! Weinershnitzel! (i just like saying that word) or typing it…
..and that’s why I would never go to a BarBQ at Lorena Bobbitt’s house.
I know this isn’t a collaboration but I think Tom’s crowd sizzled!
Just as specified in his will, the often eccentric George Foreman had the last laugh.
Contest is closed. And can I say, I think this went splendidly. Thanks to everyone who participated. I’ll announce the winner tomorrow.
I have to admit that I’m dissapointed that the winner didn’t involve the word weiner. I was hoping Ryan would get it.
Haha…thanks krusty. I guess our humor is too sophisticated. I guess it’s back to the drawing board and preparing for next year’s competition. I want it soo badly!
Mr. Lion – You doing another contest anytime soon?
Jessica-
Sorry, all my invites are gone now. No more contests with this prize, I’m afraid.