May 01, 2006
(It's a shitty picture, but that's fitting, considering the nature of the trophy.)
It suffered some cosmetic damage on the flight home, probably from being molested by ham-handed Homeland Security personnel who thought that it might be a clever terrorist's 'splody-thing, but it's still a fine trophy. I received it in a formal presentation at "The Salt Lick," a fine barbecue restaurant in Austin, where nobody shut up long enough to hear my pithy acceptance speech.
Well, it was as "formal" as we got all weekend... nobody mooned anybody in the restaurant (that activity was saved for the sixth floor balcony of the hotel)... and my pithy acceptance speech was "I am flushed with pride," mumbled around a mouthful of delicious pork ribs.
This unique memento was hand-crafted by an undiscovered artist who put a lot of time, effort and
Some people suggested that I modify it to hold a nine-volt battery and a vibrating device, then attach a gold chain and wear it like a necklace to attract lonely wimmen. I may try that idea. It might work on someone with a set of ten pounds apiece boobage. (That's not MY observation. She bragged about 'em to this guy, who just MAY have evidence to confirm the boast. I wasn't present to witness the photo session, but I DID hear rumors...)
In between long sessions of intellectual debate and keen analysis of current events, we managed to squeeze a little fun into the Blown-Star Blog-Meet. Hell--- we even had a flaming cadillac to celebrate the event. (Heh. Some people really know how to burn up the road...)
Gaze upon my trophy and tremble, all ye who THINK you are crap bloggers. I am THE KING, and I have the hardware to prove it.
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