Here's some Listmania

The New Yorker runs a weekly cartoon with a blank, do-it-yourself caption. They narrow the submissions down to 3 finalists, which are voted upon. You can only submit one caption. I have never been chosen. Here are some from the many weeks that I've developed my list of submission ideas to choose from. Not to take anything away from any of the winners, but I think that I have some that are worthy. History, you're up - judge!

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