Bloggolympics!
This is it kids, this is the moment I'm ready to tell you that I don't have the official results yet. Those excellent boys have drawn again. That's 3 times in a row people! Clearly, they are amazing!
You can't write drama this good!
Trust me when I say you'll get the results the second they come in. I've never been this poised for anything in my entire life!
posted by Adam @ 10:03 PM
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This is hilarious!
(I was going to write: "This is getting ridiculous", but I'm hoping that everyone can remain in good spirits about this.)
How many times do we have to tie before the IBC (International Bloggolympic Committee) steps in and declares us both winners of this round? Surely we've proven ourselves worthy (three times in a row!) of progressing to the next stage?
What's the official Olympic ruling on three dead heats, anyway?
(You know we've reached an impasse here ...)
Trust it to be the bloody boys holding us all up!!!
... Or maybe we've been doing better than anyone else since the start ...
:)
Have no fear, Muffin, I'm certain your championship will be announced shortly. :)
Bevis - you're driving the rest of us bonkers . . . if you tie again, one of you MUST reply with Water or some other equally disqualifiable answer or Muffin, Steph and the rest of the crew are going to strangle your froggy neck.
I don't know which is worse - the sigh of growing disinterest or the threat of violence being carried out upon my cute little froggy neck.
I can't fall on the sword when I'm representing my city! If I lose honourably, I'm fine with that. But if the truth of the matter is that both Jobe and myself are equally matched, then this round-robin tournament will have to be modified to reflect that and allow for us both to proceed.
(Don't worry, I think my fourth entry [emailed this morning, my time - which means about three hours ago] will be my undoing anyway.)
You'd think so, but you'd be wrong!
Poor Bevis. . . does this mean death is iminent?
I think "The Bev" and I should forget about this silly little contest and maybe go on a date.
We seem like soul mates or some shit.
You sweet-talker, you!
Pick me up at 8.
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