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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At my juniour school summer fete
some years ago, I decided to test my not unconsiderable skill at throwing tennis balls in a game that involved said task. So, I threw my alloted orbs at the targets and attained a satisfyingly high score. The fete had only just got underway, so I did not expect to remain at the top of the leaderboard, but remain I did, with the end of the festivities sealing my dominance.
Eagerly, I approached the stall, wondering what treasure would be mine to claim for this magnificent feat. I was then presented with, for want of a better description, a green teddy bear. It was old, fat, decrepit and slightly malodourous, with a frankly enormous lump representing, I assume, its belly button. And it was a shade of green that could only be described as offensive. I named it, with great irony for a ten year old, Trophy, and consigned it to my cupboard.
Nevertheless, it was not an entirely crappy prize, as I now use it for webcam conversations where, for reasons possibly not as sinister as you imagine, I don't want the other person to know who I am.
( , Sun 7 Aug 2005, 18:15, Reply)
some years ago, I decided to test my not unconsiderable skill at throwing tennis balls in a game that involved said task. So, I threw my alloted orbs at the targets and attained a satisfyingly high score. The fete had only just got underway, so I did not expect to remain at the top of the leaderboard, but remain I did, with the end of the festivities sealing my dominance.
Eagerly, I approached the stall, wondering what treasure would be mine to claim for this magnificent feat. I was then presented with, for want of a better description, a green teddy bear. It was old, fat, decrepit and slightly malodourous, with a frankly enormous lump representing, I assume, its belly button. And it was a shade of green that could only be described as offensive. I named it, with great irony for a ten year old, Trophy, and consigned it to my cupboard.
Nevertheless, it was not an entirely crappy prize, as I now use it for webcam conversations where, for reasons possibly not as sinister as you imagine, I don't want the other person to know who I am.
( , Sun 7 Aug 2005, 18:15, Reply)
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