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When your muse reappears, have the divorce papers waiting.
I'm betting your must is doing time in county lockup for public intoxication and rude behavior involving a duck. Oh, the horror!
Do you doubt the size of my coffers?
Yes, because you're dining here.
*reaches into pocket* *pulls out wallet* *dumps piles upon piles of gold coins onto the ground* Is this enough? *continues dumping*
*Picks up a gold coin*
Oh, I love chocolate!
*Unwraps a gold filed-wrapped piece of chocolate and pops it into his mouth*
Yum. But not worth a lot in barter for food or drinks.
Sorry, that was my wrong wallet. Let me get the right one. *rummages through pockets*
Arg I guess I will go with you
Yes, the poetry contest has officially ended. Feel free to be judge-y, it's not like we can stop you.
We can't take Monopoly money or Old Maid cards. Copyright reasons, you understand.
Oh, you could try, but for some reason, none of you ever seem to put forth the effort. I think you all secretly like it when I go into judgmental mode.
So now, without further ado, let's go through this week's losers ... er, winners.
So, our First Place loser this week, and the contestant to be cursed with the horror ... ah, honor of judging next week's contest is PR Megaforce. All those "drunk" and "rum" things a bar is known for, plus pirate lingo, and everyone knows I have a fondness for all things pirate. Arr.
Oh yo ho ho ho
A bottle of rum for me
I'm too drunk to fight
In Second Place, aka the "whew, that was close" category, is Zany Zanes with this one, which hits lots of high points, and everyone knows how I like orange.
Hello, I work at the Bar,
We'll sell liquor, grass, or a car.
You want something from us,
Like a great orange bus?
Fine, but only if I don't have to walk too far.
And now for our coveted Third Place prize. This contestant didn't submit a poem, so I've picked hir at random for Third this week: Maple Hockey Canadia.
(random selection)
Congratulations to our near-miss winners, and my deepest, deepest sympathies to PR Megaforce! Yay!
Congrats PR Megaforce. Let us know if you'll be judging and if there's a style and theme.
Thanks. I'll judge freeform poems.
hold up,
can we delegate who judges?
We don't need to hide the light of our love underneath a bushel.
*raises a freak flag high up the flagpole and watches it fly*
a bushel?
is that like 35 liters or something?
Yes, I understand. Now jesus christ why do I have so many wallets. I proceed to dump the context of 32 seperate wallets filled with a bunch of random things ranging from apples to zebra plushies. Here it is! *pulls out 1 million dollar US bill* freshly stolen from the Federal Reserve Bank of Chicago.
64 pints.
so 36.368700192322038 Liters then, nice now why you cover your self with that i have no idea
How in the name of hockey did I get third place, eh? I mean, I tried so hard to dodge the poetry contest this week...
But... this trophy is kinda nice... Better than my second place ones...
Maybe I should go for third place more often, eh...
*Raises Cananadian flag*
We have a chain of delegation as follows:
If the First Place victim declines to judge, the horror befalls the Second Place person.
If Second bows out, then Third Place judges.
We've only had one situation where no winner was selected, so Zombie Penguins as the administrator of the contest picked a random someone to judge the next contest.
So far that system has worked well for us.
If I recall correctly, that week with no winner was a "battle-rap" themed week. The judge said something on another RMB that annoyed an NS moderator, the moderator blasted the judge out of existence, and thus the judge couldn't return to render a verdict. ZP picked me, dammit, as the random victim, and I still haven't forgiven hir for that. I know, I know--I should blame the judge, but blaming ZP is more fun.
I have a volcano you could borrow if you want to throw the pengiuns in.
No, but thanks. I mean, have you smelled the stink of burning penguin? That's a smell that will linger everywhere for weeks. Plus, if Zombie Penguins were to be gone, who would I blame for, well, everything? And who would clean up behind the main bar?
Ain't it nice to be needed, ZP?
You're the janitor right?
Yeah, well, don't get used to the Third Place trophies. You only got it because I decided to be all magnanimous and not award it to myself ... and because I gave your Second Place to Zany Zanes instead. Hey, not many consolation prizes are actually upgrades, right?
But this coming week, Third Place shall be mine again.
Yup. Your point being?
Oh! You actually expect me to do the janitoring? Nah--I assure you, I treat the job as an "honorary title." Plus I'm lazy.
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