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Some people will do anything to beat you to a parking spot! Or so it would appear.  Let's see how our caption crew did this week.

Another woman attempts to parallel park.



Texters accidently create the first commuter emoticon.



Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.
Me-Me King



There's a reason why they put instructions for trailer hitches in the south.


You'll notice Me-Me King has deigned us with her presence this week. And I only just wrote that post saying how much I missed her. Good to have you back skulking about Me-Me.

Our winner this week is someone you all know and love. My brother from Toronto. I know, I know, Toronto. *spits* Don't hold it against him.


I could have sworn I took the Smart Car this morning
Whitey


Congrats bro, you be hangin' with the dufus. Well metaphorically. You can't really be hangin' with me 'cause you live in *spits* Toronto.


You owe me!

Thanks to all for playing along. Next week get here early. You wouldn't want someone else to take your spot.


Comments

00dozo said…
Congrats to Whitey!!

And congrats to the other honourees.

Thanks for the mention, too, dufus!

;-)
Quirkyloon said…
Mucho congratumalations to Whitey! And Nomesters? You might look into a spittoon.

Just spittin'.

Ha!
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: I couldn't let a week "pass" without mentioning you, Doze.
nonamedufus said…
Quirks: Yeah, it's a nasty habit. But it only seems to happen when someone mentions *spits* Toronto. I'll try to "steer" away from it.
Whitey said…
So much for the "always a bridesmaid, never a bride" thing. Now what am I going to do with all these dresses?

Thanks Big Dufe.
nonamedufus said…
Whitey: Hey congrats Whitey. How are things in *spits* in Toronto? Hey, I don't want to skirt the issue but maybe you should open up a dress shop.
00dozo said…
Okay - so what's up with the "*spits* Toronto" thingy? This coming from a former Torontonian himself??

(Damn *farts* Quebeckers.)

;-)
nonamedufus said…
00dozo: C'mon, everyone knows that everyone across the country hates *spits* Toronto. It's like one of the top three things we complain about in Canada: the weather, my wife has a headache, and *spits* Toronto.
Nicky said…
*spits* Toronto

And I thought it was just us Montrealers!

Congratulations Whitey!
nonamedufus said…
Nicky: Mais, non cherie.

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