Last week, instead of waking up to make a black out poem out of articles in the New Yorker, I landed on a cartoon.
The original caption read: “But I’m conducting an experiment: will the twentieth cookie taste as good as the first?“
It wasn’t all that great, so I opted to come up with my own:
a. “Would you mind saving some for the kids?“
b. “Really, John?…and you didn’t invite me?“
c. “Those were for the funeral.“
Each one got progressively better. The last one cracked me up.