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My Vacation Sucked Too!
We know that you have gone on a vacation or two that have turned out to suck. And in many cases sucked worse than the one that we just shared in three separate acts. That is why we are having another contest!
To enter all you have to do is tell Betsy and me about it. Then after one week of submissions ending at 11:59 p.m. on Friday June 23, 2006 we will pick a winner for the Black 30gb iPod. Send your submissions to vacation@croncast.com.
We will read the submissions throughout the week on the show, part of the deal is that you are giving us persmission to read them so if you need to change some names do it before you send it, and we'll pick the winner. Laughs are the key winning.
There are only two rules in this one:
1) Don't make us cry.
2) Don't tell us anything that will have to be reported to the feds.
We will announce the winner during the podcast on Monday June 26, 2006. Good luck and don't hold back. You know that you want to share. And secretly you know that you want Betsy to make fun of you too.
Tags: contest  , John Elway Dodge , vacation , ipod , autonation |
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Update: This comment has been copied and was the first official entry into the contest. |
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Posted by: Jose-Miguel & Kimberly Maldonado
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10:50pm 06/17/2006 |
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A year out of college, I took a job at a newspaper in the geographical center of Wyoming -- a little town of 10,000 people six hours from a city of any size. My girlfriend, also a journalist, lasted only two months before breaking up with me, quitting the job, and moving to Denver, leaving me to fend for myself in the lonely and rustic rocky mountain west.
Luckily (or so I thought), a college friend of mine took pity on me, inviting me to fly to his Seattle home for Thanksgiving to hang out where there were plenty of things to do. My easy-going friend had married a punk rock girl who wore nine tattoos, had kicked a heroin habit, and had already had a little girl by another man. One thing she hadn't yet done in her young, exciting life was successfully cook a turkey. In fact, she was vegetarian, but still wanted to cook a big bird for us to prove herself the perfect hostess.
The turkey was especially (and suspiciously) juicy, and our praise was loud. Many, many helpings were consumed while I caught up with other college friends who had moved there instead of Wyoming. That night, my pal took me out to show me Seattle. Our first stop was the Crocodile Lounge, where we planned to catch a grunge band. Suddenly, we had to leave. On the way home, we pulled over to hurl out the windows of his car, again and again, and again. So much for our big night out.
The next day I spent with my head buried in a trash can, listening to the tainted turkey richocheting off the plastic bottom of the bucket. The other guests were also sick. We all knew we'd been poisoned, but my friend's wife chose instead to believe we'd mysteriously caught a 24-hour flu, instead of copping to her mistake. We were too weak to argue.
Since my Thanksgiving trip used up all my vacation time, I ended up spending Christmas Day at a state prison, photographing the inmates as they visited with family. At least the prison cafeteria knew how to cook a turkey. |
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Posted by: Andre at:
9:58pm 06/21/2006 |
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