It’s Beer Money

One night, a thousand years ago, I was sitting in a college classroom.  No, I mean I belonged there.  Not like I was just sneaking into a building or anything.  While waiting for class to start, I saw a guy reading, checking, stacking a bunch of receipts from purchases and filling out several forms, then…

#newyorker magazine caption contest #351

So, like last time, you can put your caption here as a comment.  But better yet is to click on the picture, go to the New Yorker magazine website, and enter your caption in their contest.  I can’t think of much for this one. “No thanks.  We’re Amish.” Now get on with your creative bad self and…