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A Winner Who Doesn't Rugby The Wrong Way



Lot's of great captions this week. They all made me laugh.

For example, past winner Renal Failure just missed the net with

This is NOT how we greet the Queen, Richard.


And newcomer TheWordWire hit the post with

Hey, I got your World Cup right here.


Perennial honourable mention lotgk narrowly missed with
Lady Gaga...
Sans makeup


But Quirkyloon lived up to her name, going in a completely different direction, coming out of left field and scoring big with this off-the-wall winning bullet...



Mmmmmm Aaaaaa Zzzzzz Dddddd Aaaaaa
Mazda dance.

Ah we can dance if we want to,
we can leave those cars behind
Cause your cars don't dance
and if they don't dance
Well they're no cars of mine!


Way to go Quirks. You be hangin' with Dufus. And ,thanks to Don, last week's winner over at Beyond Left Field, we now have an inscribed Dufus suitable for mounting, er, ah, hanging, um make that displaying. Congrats my friend - well deserved.






Comments

Quirkyloon said…
Really?

I won?

WOW!

Thank-you so very much!

It made me crack up when I wrote it, but then I thought...nah...too out there.

Apparently, 'out there' was the winning ticket!

Ttttt Hhhhh Aaaa Nnnn Kkkk Sssss

I'm doing the THANK-YOU Dance right now.

*smile*
lotgk said…
I'm like the male version of Katherine Heigle in the movie, 27 dresses.

Congrats Loon. I remember the safety dance, (Yes, I am old)
Don said…
Thanks for the mention and congratulations to Q! Renalfailure's was really good too. It sure is quiet in the blogosphere today...
ReformingGeek said…
Wow! Those were all great but leave it to clever Quirky to pull that one off!
CatLadyLarew said…
Love the new Dufus! Congrats to Quirky on the Safety Dance reprise.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Oh, yeah, it was out there.

lotgk: Why the heck did they call it the safety dance?

Don: Thanks for the lettering on the ward. There was no way I could figure out how to do that.

RG: The quality gets better and better every week!

CatLady: She did good!
lotgk said…
Why did they call it "The Safety Dance?"

Safety dance
Is it safe to dance
Is it safe to dance

S-s-s-s A-a-a-a F-f-f-f E-e-e-e T-t-t-t Y-y-y-y
Safe, dance!

Good question! Other than that, I have no other reasonable explanation except it was the 80's when MTV actually played music video's.
nonamedufus said…
lotgk: Checked out Wikipedia. It's a protest song against bouncers who would force club goers to stop pogo dancing. I learn something new every day.
lotgk said…
Sort of like Country Joe McDonald's Woodstock protest song, Next Stop is Vietnam,

And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
nonamedufus said…
lotgk: Similar in that they're both protest songs. Disimilar in that Safety Dance isn't a protest song in the traditional sense.

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