Heathyorker on Twitter takes the captions and pictures from New Yorker comics and Heathcliff and swaps them. It’s not random. They are curated. This one went through extra step.

This one was already up there on the surreality meter, and I love how much taking the cat out amplifies that most of the time. It’s great how it makes less and less sense the longer you think about, anti-fridge logic. What’s better about “it” than a caddie? Do they only have one club? Do you even need a caddie if you only have 1 club? How is fish swinging the club? Wait is the bowl swinging it, does the fish pilot it? Is the fish psychic, is the bowl psychic? Wait, the golfers though, is this their only thought on the matter? Is it calling them bro or is it merely "bro"ing generally, or is it like a pokemon and that’s all they say? 🤯

From HeathcliffHelms