Caption America: New Orleans Super Bowl XLIV

One of the great benefits of the Saints winning Super Bowl XLIV--aside from Peyton Manning not being anointed the greatest quarterback of all time--is that you knew the good people of New Orleans were going to get after it. More than that, you knew that there would be some great shots of said getting after it posted on the Web. Oh, and there were.

As a result I am introducing Caption America, wherein I will troll the Web for great photos and apply captions befitting the subjects. Enjoy.

Actually, I'm not sure if this shot is of the Super Bowl celebration
or Maryann's sacrifice party from True Blood.

This guy got laid after convincing a chick he was holding

the real Vince Lombardi trophy.

Which chick?

This chick.

We just found out there's this thing called the Super Bowl
and that the local team, the Saints, won. Also, we're from Park Slope and love cool shit.

It's probably safe to assume the above group did not party with...

This crew.
By the way, the guy on the far right? Yeah, he's dead now.

Post Super Bowl, Packer fans are still celebrating the Vikings' loss
in the NFC Championship two weeks ago. That's focus.


Even hipsters enjoy a good Super Bowl, ironically of course.

Beeeeeeaaaaannnnnsssss!!!

From left to right, that's Charlotte, Deezy, Ron, Urban Warrior, Rey-Rey and Nerf. They just met for the first time tonight, and right after this picture was taken they looted the shit out of that mattress store

Seriously, people. Who the fuck ordered the bourbon and coke?

What's a girl gotta do to get some beads in this town?

Oh yeah.


No, but you can take a picture outside the club.

I am a Saints fan first and a furry...what's tied with first?

No beads yet?

For Christ's sake, I know my left tit is in here somewhere.

It's (Not) in the Game.

I am not sure what your Super Bowl parties are like, but mine feature a lot of man-on-man action. Preferably, the men are heavy-set, smell of bad beer and are dusted with a rime of potato chip crumbles. Turnout is critical so I always get the word out. I put ads up on Craigs List, usually titled something like, "Super Chub Sunday: Come for the Chips, Stay for the Dips."

Of course, you don't have to be direct participant to attend. You can always sit to the side, eat your fried goods and pretend to not be interested. In other words, my Super Bowl parties are a lot like this:



Unfortunately, CBS didn't see it my way and has refused to run the ad. Too bad. It would have been the best Super Bowl party ever. What in the world am I to do with all this guacamole?