WILLisms.com: Wednesday Caption Contest: Part 131.

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Wednesday Caption Contest: Part 131.

This week's WILLisms.com Caption Contest photograph:

The actual caption:

President Bush walks from the Oval Office as he departs the White House in Washington, Wednesday, Jan. 30, 2008, for a trip to California, Nevada, Colorado and Missouri, before returning to Washington on Friday. (AP Photo/Ron Edmonds)

Yawn. Surely something interesting is happening here.

Entries will remain open until 11:59 PM, Central Standard Time, Tuesday, February 5. Submit your captions in the comments section, or email via WILLisms@gmail.com.

Last Week's Photo:

And... The Winners:

1. KRW:

Candidates at Democratic debate respond to question from back of the room, "Who ordered the stripper?"

2. GOP and College:

I am not playing race politics! Can I get a whoop-whoop on that from mah sistahs?

3. rodney dill:

Obama: "... I knew Arsenio Hall, he's a friend of mine, and Hillary you are no Aresenio Hall."

Honorable Mention. Rob B.:

"While I agree with Senator Obama that we must inject racial civility into this debate and rise to the greater good of the party, I do want to raise a point of contention: My husband was "letting the dogs out" long before the Senator ever considered "letting the dogs out." Just ask Monica and Jennifer Flowers.

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Posted by Will Franklin · 30 January 2008 11:18 AM

Comments

Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Ka Boooooooooooooooooooooo!

Posted by: Dennis at January 30, 2008 01:58 PM

Psst...Hey Bill...She's Gone

Posted by: Dennis at January 30, 2008 01:59 PM

(grumbling to self)"For a woman that whines so much about an "exit strategy", you'd think Pelosi would know how to close a door."

Posted by: Rob B. at January 30, 2008 02:38 PM

Did I leave the stove on?

Posted by: Rob at January 30, 2008 02:48 PM

"Hmmm, nobody here, just a burning brown bag on the stoop. Guess I should stomp it out."

Posted by: elliot at January 30, 2008 04:26 PM

(Sigh) Still not fixed. I seem to recall Rummy mentioning something about the trouble Nixon had with these damn plumbers...

Posted by: KRW at January 30, 2008 05:17 PM

God, I hope Helen Thomas isn't still hanging around out here!

Posted by: Sam at January 30, 2008 06:28 PM

Dadgummit! Rove told me he'd be here an hour ago.

Posted by: Bigfoot at January 30, 2008 08:03 PM

Dadgummit! Rove told me he'd be here an hour ago.

Posted by: Bigfoot at January 30, 2008 08:05 PM

1) 100! Ready or not here I come!

2) Now where are those damn strippers I ordered for Jeb's birthday?

3) Hey daddy, you wanna come sit in the desk again?

4) "Damn word searches...where am I gonna find a zebra?"

5) President Bush tries to remain unnoticed after discovering ancient markings on an old Cheeto in the Resolute Desk.

Posted by: GOP and College at January 30, 2008 09:25 PM

"OK, Hillary, the coast's clear. No photographers. And make sure your blouse isn't inside-out this time."

(I am SO going to hell for that one...)

Posted by: Jay Tea at January 31, 2008 06:01 AM

"This ain't the bathroom!!!"

Posted by: elliot at January 31, 2008 09:50 AM

Yeah, you Secret Service Guy, ya got a light?

Posted by: Cowboy Blob at January 31, 2008 07:31 PM

Cause Im a back door man, the men dont know
But the little girls understand

Posted by: Cullen at February 1, 2008 07:47 AM

Hmmm... burning bag of dog poo... Rumsfeld strikes again.

Posted by: rodney dill at February 2, 2008 08:29 AM

Simon and Randy didn't like me... I'm not goin' ta Hollywood.

Posted by: rodney dill at February 2, 2008 08:29 AM

Was I going out or coming in?

Posted by: Nathan Hale at February 2, 2008 09:02 PM

His work done, his mission accomplished, Bush decided to slide out the side door before anyone noticed. His report to the lizard overlords made for fun reading, these people were too gullible to be conquered...

Posted by: John F. Opie at February 5, 2008 08:43 AM