Crappy Prizes
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
Competitions, raffles, give-aways... sure the prizes look great, but don't they always turn out a bit crap should you happen to win them?
The last raffle I bought tickets for, they'd just given away the all-expenses paid weekend in New York when my number came up. Rushing up to find out what I'd won, I was a little disappointed to be handed a box of "Biscuits for Cheese". Especially as they were busy serving the cheese course (complete with biscuits) as they drew the raffle.
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:16)
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sibling rivalry
my brother is 2 years younger than me. when we were little, our older half brother used to play us off against each other quite brilliantly.
"the first one to make me a cup of tea/fetch my book downstairs/get me a sandwich/scratch my back wins a prize!" he'd say.
cue me and my brother shoving, scrambling and generally stapling things to each other's heads in order to rush to him with the sandwich or other item clutched tightly in our sweaty little paws.
the prize?
"PRIDE," he'd announce proudly.
pride? stupidity more like. and we fell for it. every. single. time...
beat that for a truly shit "prize"!
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:50, Reply)
my brother is 2 years younger than me. when we were little, our older half brother used to play us off against each other quite brilliantly.
"the first one to make me a cup of tea/fetch my book downstairs/get me a sandwich/scratch my back wins a prize!" he'd say.
cue me and my brother shoving, scrambling and generally stapling things to each other's heads in order to rush to him with the sandwich or other item clutched tightly in our sweaty little paws.
the prize?
"PRIDE," he'd announce proudly.
pride? stupidity more like. and we fell for it. every. single. time...
beat that for a truly shit "prize"!
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 11:50, Reply)
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