When the hell are you required to send in your cheesy mug to WL? I mean these are pretty funny ass pictures and it is not like Publisher's Clearinghouse where they come to your door, right? I mean you gotta send in your picture I guess. Not that I've been in that situation but it ain't like they're emailing me and saying, "Impaler you got six in a row send us your picture mother-fucker just in case...."
Nope.
So anyway I figure once you get to 17 and they mail you a check that barely covers what you'll snort up your nose this weekend let alone all the action you have on the NBA playoffs, they're like so "bwana wanna' get so in the face of like a few million unique page loads an hour?" Then there is the list-serv and mass emails which will feature your bald-ass head and crooked teeth behind a shit eating grin that says for the maximum of seven days they're gonna promote the shit out of me and I am going to enjoy reading that email and dreaming twenty times a day. And if you're really lucky they'll send Covers over to cover your streak. Already had the wife spent the money on an H3, Paris Hilton underwear and a family trip to fucking Bermuda Golf and Spa for the next two weeks as you plan your next move; a carefully placed 25K series bet on the Sox at the Stadium this weekend. Yankees can't get out of their own way, right...
More to the point; let's say you are Tuppy's wife, what do you say? "Surprise! Grin shithead I got your picture on the old Razr and am beaming that shit to WL HQ. Which they'll use to again remind the thousands of Survivor players, waxing their chairs with cumstained visions of the ultimate $100k check and title of winner of Survivor's big kahuna, that it is you, yes you motherfucker, gonna run the whole goddamned speculation for the next several days.
But in the end you're just square and it was a great run not entirely because you picked whom you did, but it was equally that others lost shitloads on those same bets.
Well I got my picture all set to go to annoy each and every one of you because as you all know.....
(INSERT YOUR NAME AND CHEESY PICTURE)'s TIME HAS COME.
GLTA.
impaler
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When the hell are you required to send in your cheesy mug to WL? I mean these are pretty funny ass pictures and it is not like Publisher's Clearinghouse where they come to your door, right? I mean you gotta send in your picture I guess. Not that I've been in that situation but it ain't like they're emailing me and saying, "Impaler you got six in a row send us your picture mother-fucker just in case...."
Nope.
So anyway I figure once you get to 17 and they mail you a check that barely covers what you'll snort up your nose this weekend let alone all the action you have on the NBA playoffs, they're like so "bwana wanna' get so in the face of like a few million unique page loads an hour?" Then there is the list-serv and mass emails which will feature your bald-ass head and crooked teeth behind a shit eating grin that says for the maximum of seven days they're gonna promote the shit out of me and I am going to enjoy reading that email and dreaming twenty times a day. And if you're really lucky they'll send Covers over to cover your streak. Already had the wife spent the money on an H3, Paris Hilton underwear and a family trip to fucking Bermuda Golf and Spa for the next two weeks as you plan your next move; a carefully placed 25K series bet on the Sox at the Stadium this weekend. Yankees can't get out of their own way, right...
More to the point; let's say you are Tuppy's wife, what do you say? "Surprise! Grin shithead I got your picture on the old Razr and am beaming that shit to WL HQ. Which they'll use to again remind the thousands of Survivor players, waxing their chairs with cumstained visions of the ultimate $100k check and title of winner of Survivor's big kahuna, that it is you, yes you motherfucker, gonna run the whole goddamned speculation for the next several days.
But in the end you're just square and it was a great run not entirely because you picked whom you did, but it was equally that others lost shitloads on those same bets.
Well I got my picture all set to go to annoy each and every one of you because as you all know.....
(INSERT YOUR NAME AND CHEESY PICTURE)'s TIME HAS COME.
GLTA.
impaler
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