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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Shit week at uni
Mate turns up from home town and we scrape up just enough money for a 8 pack of some cheap beer which we drink most of and go out for a bit. No pulling luck later, we come back safe in the knowledge that at least there is 1/2 a beer each before bed. As I open the can, fittz, up pops a tube from the ring pull hole. What the Fuck? quickly read the side of the can, and there are prizes of £5000, £10000 etc. RESULT! we plan the weekend in about 10 seconds and then open up the prize tube. A fiver, a fucking full five hundred pence.
Not a terrible prize, but it is when all of the off licenses are closed until morning and all you are left with is a specially packed beer can to avoid weight detection, i.e. no beer and an impotent five pound note.
Fuck the length, it's the girth that counts
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 15:12, Reply)
Mate turns up from home town and we scrape up just enough money for a 8 pack of some cheap beer which we drink most of and go out for a bit. No pulling luck later, we come back safe in the knowledge that at least there is 1/2 a beer each before bed. As I open the can, fittz, up pops a tube from the ring pull hole. What the Fuck? quickly read the side of the can, and there are prizes of £5000, £10000 etc. RESULT! we plan the weekend in about 10 seconds and then open up the prize tube. A fiver, a fucking full five hundred pence.
Not a terrible prize, but it is when all of the off licenses are closed until morning and all you are left with is a specially packed beer can to avoid weight detection, i.e. no beer and an impotent five pound note.
Fuck the length, it's the girth that counts
( , Thu 4 Aug 2005, 15:12, Reply)
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