Miss Chief has won by a landslide. And I'm pretty sure that if I'm ever in her parts of Canada, I will force her to give me a free tattoo. (Please? Okay, FINE. I'll pay you double. Sheesh.)
The lovely Tristachio has come in second, so she wins the autographed kickboxing card thing. And, also? I kind of feel bad because--full disclosure--I was totally going to make her the winner because I thought dying the dog was way crazier. But then I went with the poll thing and she lost. Whoops. So, because of my guilt, I'm sending the post-it notes as well.
And a kid.
And maybe the cats.
(Send me your addresses, ladies!)
And this is for the rest of you for suffering through the awful torment of watching other people win things:
(Thank God this shit is over with. It's way cooler WINNING contests than throwing one.)
We'll be back with scheduled programming shortly. (But maybe more like, not-so-shortly. Because, my computer's broke. And my wrist. Totally unrelated. Mostly.)