talanted actor and friend of ys, curt cloninger, sent this out in his email newsletter. it’s his dog, katie, showing her caffeine addiction.
but let’s use it as a caption contest. no need to even call the dog “katie” — any caption will do. best one gets a ys book of your choosing. whatcha got?
Scraps couldn’t get enough of my decaf venti beef & onion macchiato – nice and foamy! That’s a meal by its self! (michael)
“Fido couldn’t find a toilet so he settled for the next best thing.” (jeremy)
“The new bacon-flavored coffee opened up the door for a whole new clientele.” (jeremy)
The shame of caffeine addiction (eric wakeling)
waiter! there’s a dog in my coffee! (jeremy)
“Oh! For the want of opposable thumbs!” (mike)
“I may have tried it…but I didn’t inhale.” (chris) (ysmarko: i’m not sure i even get this, but it made me laugh in its randomness)
Dang it! I told him my tongue is not long enough for a grande’ (Doug Bretschneider)
“You stereotype me as a bottom-sniffer, and now you’re giving me grief for wanting to inhale the sweet aroma of capitalism?? Double standard, man. Double standard.” (cory)
Marko needs a haircut. (stuart) (ysmarko: again, with the randomness!)
The mere whiff of coffee beans reminded Rufus of those magical nights he spent in Bogota many years earlier as his owner’s entourage traveled the globe. He now lives in Cleveland. (rob c)
Site seeing in Seattle (brian aaby)
What goes in must come out. (brian aaby) (ysmarko: this one kinda grossed me out)
This is much better than what I was sniffing yesterday morning…… (chris saulnier)
“Rut-row Shaggy!” (jeff moulton)
“…and then at the last second, I’ll jump out and scare the crap out of them! They’ll never see it coming. Man, this cup cave thing was genius. Too easy.” (sam perkins)
“If they thought my breath smelled bad before…” (albert)
wow — huge response! this is a tough one to call. i’m gonna give it to rob c, for this one, which you have to read out loud using a ricardo montalban “rich corinthian leather” voice:
The mere whiff of coffee beans reminded Rufus of those magical nights he spent in Bogota many years earlier as his owner’s entourage traveled the globe. He now lives in Cleveland.
email me what book you want, rob c!