Participating in the The New Yorker’s cartoon-caption contest is perhaps the only thing I do that could be construed as intellectual. Imagine my delight, then, when this month they invited readers to write a witty line for that infamous pig-at-the-complaint-department cartoon from “Seinfeld.”
Of course, it will be tough to best Jerry’s “I can’t find my receipt, my place is a sty” effort. That’s just the work of a professional comedian right there.
I'd highly advise you refrain from stealing material from Ziggy. J. Peterman's vigilant about that stuff.