Well now, look what we have here.... a tie contest. Both Cece and Brian ended up with 8 votes apiece. Since I'm the commissioner of this contest, it is my decision on how to break this deadlock. Some of the options available to me are:
1. Possession being 9/10ths of the law, I can keep them for myself
2. I can have a special run-off election between Cece and Brian
3. I can send each of them one sock
4. I can start the contest all over again
5. I can send them to Leah in return for hand knit socks
6. I can send them to Kylie in return for more Tim Tam's
What in the world should I do? Decisions... decisions... decisions.
Since there is no clear winner, I (as commissioner) declare that all of the participants are winners! I'll spread the joy and happiness of lobster socks throughout the world. So, here is how this is going to work.
A) Everyone who participated by commenting will be mailed the socks. This list is: Leah, Robyn, Kylie, Megan, Media Junkie, Suzanne, merelyme, Cece, Karen, Gig, and CSI Seattle. If "single handedly responsible" would like to de-lurk themselves to participate they can email me. If you do NOT wish to participate please add a comment to this post (or email me) to alert me to exclude you. The travel itinerary will be included with the socks. It is the responsibility of the sock holder to get the contact information for the next person on the list.
B) You will be required to take a photo (or photos) of yourself wearing the socks. Be as creative as you like, but remember the next person has to wear them too so keep them clean! Blottie, since you promised you would be naked in your photo I'm expecting something extra special from you.
C) Before the socks leave the Abode of Bobness, I'll start a blog so everyone can follow the travels of the vagabond lobsters. The photos should be uploaded to the blog along with any story you wish to write in connection with the lobster socks.
D) The last person on the list will be me. When I finally get the socks back, I'll figure out what to do with them. Since there are 11 people currently on the list, I'm guessing I'll have about one year to figure that out.
E) That's it folks. Let me know by Friday if you are in or out. It should be an interesting trip around the globe for these beautiful socks. Bite me!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Guess what.... a tie!
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brilliant!
OH MY GOD!!! It's like Flat Stanley!!! I've done a Flat Stanley before and enjoyed every minute. I just hope I'm not the one to have to send the socks to Kylie!
I'm retired you know. I'm no longer blogging. It's official. I put my post up and everything. Damn. Okay, I'll come out for this. I'm in!!! Bob, you're the best!!! I may have to pull out of WalMart and drive across the parking lot to Hooter's and photograph myself with well...a "Hooter" for this! No, not really. Can you see me going to Hooter's? No. But I'll try to remember to shave. Wish yourself luck!
You're too much fun. What a great contest. Not only was it a blast, I learned something about dear friends along the way. Thanks.
Huge hug and kiss,
Blottie
Hi Kylie!
i'm in bob
I am SO in!!!!!!
Oh, and I recently sent dishcloths to Kylie, and honestly the postage was I believe less than five dollars. So no worries there!
Way cool! No Foolin - this is cool!
Happy Birthday!
I'm in.
Awesome!! I am already working on the local for the "picture of the "bite me " lobster socks!!
Great idea Bob, this has been a riot.
I'm in.
Sure!
Bob, check out this link to my friend Fay's cooking blog!
Oh this is weak! Where the hell am I supposed to park the Chevy Nova?
Fine. I'll play, but I ain't cutting my toenails! Ain't no way, no how.
I better be early on the deliverly list too. Don't want to be sharing toe cheese with the likes of this crowd.
I'm keeping my Santa...mumble, mumble. What kind of contest is this? Everybody wins?...weak!
i want socks too! lobsters from dubai!!!
Media Junkie... can I get your email address? I'm at bobness22 (at) gmail (dot) com.
I'm laughing too hard. We have hilarious friends.
Brian, park the Chevy near the fence. Oh, and if you get lost finding your way back, not to worry, Cece will take good care of your sock. And darling, if you're picked "early" and pass along socks with toe cheese, we all know where you live. As you're aware, we take no prisioners. I think it's an unwritten rule: Socks must be laundered before being mailed. Seriously. I don't want some wacky fungal problem. Especially one for Seattle.
Oh and just so you know. You got lucky baby. I called in the troups. Pleaded with Robyn to vote for the "girls." She voted for you at the last moment. I'm going to have to rethink our precious friendship. The woman's freakin' fickle. I'm serious, you're responsible for her birthday bouquet this year. No really, I'm serious.
Keep your damn Santa. Should look good attached to your hip when you come up for your annual review. It's important to have a "friend."
XO
CSI - perfect plan here...shh! Don't tell anyone! I have a toe fetish so I can go either before or after you. Before...I'll lick your toes to shorten the nails...after...I'm feeling me some cheeze...
Think about it. Why are they called Cheetos? No one would eat Toe Cheese! ;) Ba da bing.
thatwasdisgustingsosorrybob
And they allow that woman to have a pet?
I'm so not putting them on my feet. I am constructing a sock holder. I'll carry it around to all the hotspots in LA. People will think it's a *some eccentric director** movie, or something. I'll probably get the socks in to meet all kinds of stars...
Cece called while I was at the park this morning. Her first words "Did I win?" I enlightened her. Life is hard. I tried to break the news gently. She's very sick and started to hack. I think you may have broken her heart!!! I'll check in tomorrow morning to see if she's still alive.
XO
P.S. Brian will pay for this. So will Robyn.
toe cheese...
cheetos...uhmmm....
I like Megs idea of a sock holder, but I don't have to build one, Mr. Big has a few sets of Antlers hanging around his garage...so they can tour northern Michigan. *rummaging through all the boxes in garage...mumbling...why has that man not cleaned this place...*
You gotta love Giggie! I love you woman!!!! You're too damn funny. And thank God Mr. Big is sidelined. At least the deer are safe in Michigan this year. Oh and Megan too. Megan, why not just wash the socks? That's what I'm going to do. Unless they're arriving from a "safe" place! Can hardly wait to see who gets them first! Oh, then the photos! Life's good.
Hey darling, can you remove that damn poll? Every time I arrive and see myself in 3rd place I want to die. I've never been in 3rd place. It's gonna take some getting used to. Why punish me relentlessly.
Thanks,
The Establishment
Happy Birthday Bob!
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