Friday, 9 July 2010

Just a reminder.... PRIZES! SURELY YOU WANT FUCKING PRIZES!

My exciting, superb, half-arsed competition closes tomorrow. Or was it today? Well, I'll give you until tomorrow anyway. So come on, write a story featuring Max - perhaps in surroundings unique to your blog, perhaps in a windmill, I don't care. If you enter, you're almost guaranteed to win, because I want Ben to be thoroughly beaten! So come on, win some glory, upset a 20 year-old!

3 comments:

Ben Tyson said...

Oh... That's just mean...

Lauren said...

I'll try to squeeze one in before the close tomorrow.

Lauren said...

Crap! I'm a day late.

Here goes:

Max. Max. Max.

What are going to do about Max?

He's a flack and a hack and looks for trouble at the oops I lost it, drop of a hat.

So, WTF are you going to do about that?

Max. Max. Max.

He thinks he's cool, but he's just a tool.

He likes to spy, likes to hide and suddenly he's in your face like a scary ride.

Max, go home. Be alone.

From now on we just do business over the phone.

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