Fred did a great re-cap of the fried hamburger fiasco, but he didn't tell the whole story. He slaughtered the cow himself. There was blood everywhere. One witness even said she saw a tear fall from the cow's big ole sad eye right before Fred whipped out the sledgehammer.

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Originally posted by Drew:
Next contest, we could be like Survivor and form voting alliances.

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*howl*!!

"I'll let you sleep in my imaginary Gateway box in New Jag City and share my imaginary sterno "tonic" with you if only you will spurn the haunting siren's song of Fred's deep-fried meat products..."

"Do you hear that? Mih! Miiiih! Ih! Miiiih! That's my cat, Taylor, and he's crying. You made the baby Jebus and my cat cry, you heartless bastards..."

"Leighhhhaaaaah, Leighhhhhaaaaah, who's your daddy? I'm your father, Leigha...come...join the Dark Side...."

Okay, I made that last one up.

Well, I made them all up.

Sue me.

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Originally posted by WeepBoy:
Next time, it might even be your cow.

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Whoa! Back up, now!

Step AWAY from my cow, mister. Don't make me get violent, okay? I mean it.

Oh, wait. She didn't vote for me.

Never mind.

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Originally posted by WeepBoy:
CAROL! A Vegan, and you still voted for Fred? Sell-Out.

Fred did a great re-cap of the fried hamburger fiasco, but he didn't tell the whole story. He slaughtered the cow himself. There was blood everywhere. One witness even said she saw a tear fall from the cow's big ole sad eye right before Fred whipped out the sledgehammer.

Go ahead... encourage him. He will kill again you know. Next time, it might even be your cow.

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*sob* Y'all don't know the power Fred has over me. In Vegas, when he refused to karaoke, despite all my nudging and getting all Afterschool Special on his ass, I was intrigued. Then I invoked the Powderpuff Girls. He still refused. That was it, I was in his thrall.

And now that I've heard his karaoke? I am his thrall.

(Plus I seem to have an unnatural attatchment to the name Fred.)

Saddest thing of all? If he came after my cow with a sledgehammer, I might just help him.

(Actually, I'm probbaly going to have something Chinese involving tofu and sprouts and bamboo shoots, but whatever. I'm not adverse to the occasional burger.)

Happy guy announcer, with booming, friendly Texan drawl: "Mmmmm. Mmmmmmeat.

It's what's for dinner."

(Well, not tonight it's not. But sometimes it is.)

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Originally posted by Carol:
*sob* Y'all don't know the power Fred has over me. In Vegas, when he refused to karaoke, despite all my nudging and getting all Afterschool Special on his ass, I was intrigued. Then I invoked the Powderpuff Girls. He still refused. That was it, I was in his thrall.

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See, I feel sort of the opposite. He wouldn't sing in Vegas for us, despite all our begging and pleading, and now he gives it up for total strangers? I was so hurt when I saw that. Shocked and disappointed.

half the people who said they'd vote for me this week aren't here today. bleh. ah well. all I want is a 1. something percent. can it happen?

...probably not cause it's a friday.

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Originally posted by Mike:
See, I feel sort of the opposite. He wouldn't sing in Vegas for us, despite all our begging and pleading, and now he gives it up for total strangers? I was so hurt when I saw that. Shocked and disappointed.

It's a slap in the face, I tell you, even if I can console myself with fried hamburgers.

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Originally posted by leigha:
Ok, I have to admit...if realplayer had been working earlier today, Omar would have gotten my vote. That's some sweet croonin' there.

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Damn, girl. You make a man wanna love hard.

Find another computer, girl. Go vote again...

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Originally posted by Omar G:
I opened my window and thought I heard birds singing in harmony with some angels, but it turns out it was just reading what Leigha wrote.

Damn, girl. You make a man wanna love hard.

Find another computer, girl. Go vote again...

LEIGHA!!!

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Leigha make you wanna do it, don't she.

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So far today we've had 412 unique visitors, yet somehow we've collected 7,854 votes.
Regretfully, the contest is closed early, due to painfully obvious ballot box stuffing. You could have at least been subtle about it. Jeez.

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Ha! I just busted out laugh at that one. That is too funny.

Ya'll have got to quit cheating like that. I only voted three times. And how many did the rest of you vote now, huh?

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Originally posted by Carol:
Am I the last (semi-)honest person out there?

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Originally posted by Drew:
Next contest, we could be like Survivor and form voting alliances.

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I TRIED to do that, but noooooo, little miss Katrina Marie with all those friends of hers had to smack me down. Well you see what came of /that/!

Y'all, I'm so sad. I am the only person who voted for me. That's just wrong.

(Edited to say that I posted this before I saw that B_B found out her friends were stuffing votes -- that wasn't what I was referring to at all.)

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Originally posted by Carol:
Am I the last (semi-)honest person out there?

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Yes.

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Originally posted by selkie:
(Edited to say that I posted this before I saw that B_B found out her friends were stuffing votes -- that wasn't what I was referring to at all.)

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Ugh, I found out who it was. I woke up this morning and had an e-mail from this guy that wants to date me. He thought I'd be impressed with this. I wasn't going to date him before, I sure as hell won't do it now! Believe me people, he's been reamed out accordingly.

So pissed off right now.

I don't really know why I entered. I thought it might be good plug for my website, and add some humor to the competition. I wanted to talk some smack to Omar, Pamie, and Allison, and didn't feel I could do so without entering. So I entered the competition.

All I wanted was to not come in last place, so I made a plea on my website and sent out e-mail to just about everybody I know, asking them to vote for me. A number of them wrote back and said that they'd forwarded the message along to all of their friends, as well.

When I started the early lead in the morning, it made some sense to me. I'm on the east coast. Most of the competitors and their friends were on the west coast. My lead would be short lived.

I knew early on that one of my friends had cast multiple votes, but I told him plainly, "Please don't cheat for me. Just have everybody you know blindly vote for me. That's all I ask." I know, that's not the honest way to do it, but pleading for votes wasn't exactly unprecedented.

My lead kept growing. And I must admit, I liked it. I had been led to believe that friends of mine had sent messages to most of Steelcase, asking the employees to show their support. Sure, I was naivé, but I believed that the votes I was getting was support through word of mouth. I also believed that maybe (gasp), some people actually liked my entry.

When people were accusing me of cheating, my feelings were actually hurt. I'm a very honest person, and I would never cheat at a contest like this. I understand that it looked bad, but I believed that I had just garnered popular support. When I received an email from Marcus Alexander Hart, one of the misinformer folk, informing me that a lot of people had sent e-mail alleging ballot stuffing on my part, I knew that people weren't just talking smack.

It's probably stupid, but Squishy's been a big part of my life these past months. I think of y'all as my friends. And I'd hoped you trusted me more than that. I'd hoped you knew I had more character than that.

Of course, in the end, it turns out they were right. I wasn't stuffing the ballot, but I had friends who were, on my behalf. When they told me, I was devastated. I'd been defending myself all day. I told the folks at misinformer that I wasn't cheating. They'd made me a liar. I feel humiliated.

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A question, though--are they going to try to sort through the ballot-stuffing and come up with the real votes, and post that total?

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I hear Katherine Harris is on the case.

[Edited to say that, of course, all references to Fred's vote totals were meant in jest. I am, however, fully expecting that he will get up and sing at the next SquishyCon as penace.]

I got about 4-5 votes and I don't really care much of the outcome. it was all in fun and didn't we all have fun?

I mean, the smack talking and event of the whole thing is what counts..not winning a t-shirt IMO.

Regardless, this was one big fun thing and an opportunity to talk crap to each other, and no harm done....

For the record, I could still take any one of you on with my sweet melody.

Allison still has a penis.

Pamie still can't steal my flow.

Leigha still makes my shorts humid.

We still love Fred.

You sent out the same lame assed pleas that everyone else did - "Go! I want a tee shirt, damnit! Vote for me!" ((OKay, at least, that was the plea that I sent out.))

I think that it was also pretty obvious that all the smack talk and everything else was all in fun - I mean, c'mon, it's just karaoke, not the presidency. ((And we all saw what a joke that was, so really, what are we worrying about?))

I'm in The Realm Of Plausible Deniability for the final standings. Damn.

We were ruthless. Hell, Mike Miller, Kimberly, and Katrina Marie were HORRIBLE with the vote pimping.

[Edited to make it 'Friend' instead of 'Friends.' I am, after all, only one person, and those voices in my head don't really count as separate entities.]

oooh it was sorta funny that omar almost got in the winning circle out of the three [allison, pamie, et al].

I got 6 votes! I know I asked 3 people, 2 others said they voted; oooh the sixth is a mystery! nice.

Wow, now I'm almost wishing I DIDN'T vote for myself, I could have made it into the Darned Honest category. Just one away. I just didn't want it bad enough, apparently.