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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years ago (honest!)
When I was about two apples high, I was taken to the local carnival with my brother and sister by my mum. Upon arrival at the park, the first thing I wanted to do was have a go on the tombola (hell, I had 50p to spend - I was rich!). 'Luckily' I won one of the main prizes - a giant 4ft smurf! Result!
Cue three hours of misery carrying the thing around the park, unable to do anything else because it was bigger than me and my brother wouldn't give up his pushchair so that I didn't have to carry it. The stall holders wouldn't even let me keep it there until later because it was too big and would get in their way.
And what, dear old ladies, is cute about a pissed off child carrying a home made smurf, twice the size that he is, obviously in distress and unable to do another solitary thing bec...oh, sorry....ranting again. I'm psychologically scarred. Sorry!
( , Fri 5 Aug 2005, 9:02, Reply)
When I was about two apples high, I was taken to the local carnival with my brother and sister by my mum. Upon arrival at the park, the first thing I wanted to do was have a go on the tombola (hell, I had 50p to spend - I was rich!). 'Luckily' I won one of the main prizes - a giant 4ft smurf! Result!
Cue three hours of misery carrying the thing around the park, unable to do anything else because it was bigger than me and my brother wouldn't give up his pushchair so that I didn't have to carry it. The stall holders wouldn't even let me keep it there until later because it was too big and would get in their way.
And what, dear old ladies, is cute about a pissed off child carrying a home made smurf, twice the size that he is, obviously in distress and unable to do another solitary thing bec...oh, sorry....ranting again. I'm psychologically scarred. Sorry!
( , Fri 5 Aug 2005, 9:02, Reply)
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