Let the voting begin...

Here's the deal. The top three entries are below for you to peruse. On the sidebar to the right >>>>> you will see a poll to vote for your favorite entry. Voting will close at 11:59pm ET (8:59 PT) on Tuesday 3/31. The winner will then email me his/her address for the lobster socks. Good luck contestants!

Entry "A" ... Blottie's 9 Reasons
1. I've never won a damn thing. Was nominated many times, but nope, didn't win.
2. I look good in socks. Hell, I look good in most anything! Hell, I look good in nothing!!!! I promise to photograph myself naked in these socks. Sorry, you will only see my feet, but trust me, I'll be naked. Use your imagination.
3. I like red. However, I'll be honest, not as much as pink, so I'll probably bleach them.
4. I clicked on the "Market." Did anyone else do that? Probably not. Love the architecture. Love the vibe. I deserve to win just for taking the time to click a link.
5. I'm a vegetarian and wouldn't eat a darling lobster. As I write this I'm looking at Robyn's beautiful face, aka, Lobster Killer.
6. Oh, almost forgot to mention, I'm from the East Coast!!!
7. I'm Blottie.
8. I'm the only one who tried this hard!
Love you Bob! 9. Did anyone else say that? No. Just me. I'm preparing an email with my address as I speak. Thanks in advance.

Entry "B"... CC and Bob's Lunch
It was a beautiful blue day at the bottom of the sea. CC The Puffer fish was swimming through the coral and anemones, singing happily as she searched for food. "What do I want to eat today? I know, I’m hungry for Lobster." CC began searching the seabed for the luscious crustacean. Alas, she spotted one. She darted down toward the unsuspecting lobster and quickly found herself clasped within it’s pinchers.
“Ouch,” squealed CC the Puffer Fish! “Let me go, let me go!” But the Vicious Lobster held fast.
“What the hell do you think you were doing Puffer?”
“I was trying to have some lunch.”
“Lunch? You mean to tell me you were going to eat me for lunch?”
“I was going to try. But then you trapped me here between your pinchers. Now I seem to have lost my appetite for lobster.”
“You wouldn’t want to eat me anyway,” said the Lobster. “I am old and tough, and my tail would taste horrible without Land O Lakes butter. What you need for lunch is a nice tasty Clown Fish. Here, let’s see if we can find Nemo.”
The old Lobster released CC from his pinchers, and begain scanning the sea for clown fish. Quickly, CC swam in circles checking each of her fins to see if they still worked.
“They all still work,” she said excitedly. “Thank you Mr. Lobster, thank you for releasing me. I promise I will never try to eat you again.”
“Call me Bob, my sweet little Puffer, and what shall I call you?”
“Oh my name is CC.”
“Well my darling, CC, now you must be on your way. You still have some lunch to catch.”
CC frowned, “Yes, I suppose I do, but I have suddenly grown fond of you. I must find something to remember you by.”
Bob the Lobster gave a broad grin. “I have just the thing.” He swam under his rock house and came back out holding a nice pair of socks. The sock were ornate with miniature lobster’s just like Bob.
“Here my darling Puffer. You can have these marvelous lobster socks. And every time you wear them, you may think of me and remember, that Lobster tail tastes best with Land o Lakes butter. “
“Why thank you kind sir. I shall take those socks and cherish them always.”
CC slipped the socks onto each of her fins and swam off to find Nemo for lunch.
Bob waved goodbye with his pinchers until she was out of sight.

Entry "C" ... CSI's junkyard
Let's just put it this way; If I don't win those socks, I'm gonna move next door to you and park junk cars on my lawn.