Contest

Well, I was going to have a review up tonight, but Blogger seems to be having issues with uploading pictures, so it will be postponed until after the contest. I was going to start the contest next week and take the following two weekends off in honor of getting a year older and subsequently one year closer to the grave whose ebon maw yearns to feast upon my bones. No! Not my bones! Noooooo!!!!

Ahem.

Which brings me to this contest. "What contest?" you say? Well I haven't explained it yet. Stop being so impatient you whipper-snappers.

The following contest it open to all. Simply describe the most ridiculous and embarrassing way that you can think of to die. You may enter as many times as you want. If you're going to submit multiple entries, try and submit them in the same post, but there's no limit to how many times you can enter. Its just easier on my ancient eyes.

Also, if you don't have a Blogger account, just leave your usual screen name at the bottom of the comment. We'll try and figure out who's who and what's what at the end. All questions can be addressed to the official Spored to Death email account located in my profile. Hint, it's spored_to_death@hotmail.com . OK, so that's not a hint, I just told you the email. I'm bad at hints.

The contest will run until Friday, August 11th and I will pick the winner on August 12th.

Oh and to make you all think harder and to keep this clean, nothing above an "R" motion picture rating. Keep your filthy, filthy ideas to yourselves. I'll only put up with your filthy ideas, but I draw the line at filthy, filthy ideas. So no giant stone Incan phalluses raining down from the heavens and the like. I mean, think of the children who read these.

Because that's who I'll get to pick the winner. The children.

Anyway, there will be some sort of prize. I haven't determined the prize yet, but I'll think of some type of pittance. Maybe candy. Delicious, delicious candy. Or some type of pin or shirt or something. I don't know, I get to that part later. Maybe I'll tailor the prize to the winner, so if I don't like you I'll send you something bad. Like a package of pop rocks and some soda to snort.

And to get you all started, here's a small example:

"To be simultaniously strangled, electrocuted and trampled in a sheep shearing accident."

Now show the world how twisted you can be! And get off my damn lawn, you kids!