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Well, I guess that's one way of dusting the stair railing. I hope she didn't hurt herself.

We had all of two submissions this week. I think everyone else was cleaning up after Sandy. Hey, maybe this is Sandy. Now we know why she's so exhausted.

First, moooooog gave us...

When Bill told me he was sending me a 'picture of a girl getting railed', I was totally thinking of something different.



And then Shawn Ohara that Stubborn Fool, who I think knows where I live, provided us with...

And the winner of the 2013 Gatineau Stairing Contest...



Heh, heh, both good captions, gentlemen. I'm prepared to award a tie. You both are winners. Congratulations, you be hangin' with dufus this week.

The house needs some tidying. What say we get together over a can of Pledge this weekend. I'll provide the duster.

Hold the phone!

Oops, like they say on TV, "This just in". Jamie Baker over at Mad Science submitted this late entry...

And this is exactly why dancing Gangham Style in the stairwell is frowned upon.

That's a worthy caption, Jamie. We'll make this a 3-way tie this week. Congratulations my man.

Comments

Shawn Ohara said…
What I was really trying to figure out is, was she trying to go up, or down?
nonamedufus said…
The more I look at that picture the moreI think she was going down...maybe more than once.
Jayne said…
Poor girl looks like she downed too much tequila and couldn't make it upstairs to bed.
nonamedufus said…
Now, you see, you should have left this comment Wednesday!
Jayne said…
Always late to the party. That's me.
meleahrebeccah said…
Bahahahahhahahah! All of those captions are really funny!
Boom Boom Larew said…
She looks exactly the way I've been feeling this week!
nonamedufus said…
They were pretty good, weren't they.

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