That’s right.
After many long weeks of waiting and wondering, we’re finally able to announce the winner of our MYSTERY GUEST SONG QUEST contest!
Are your loins tingling with anticipation?
Well, they should be.
For the winner of MYSTERY GUEST SONG QUEST will receive a copy of the coveted SPECIAL EDITION of BALLS OUT, complete with a fingerpainted vagina still-life from me and two randomly stuck-together pages courtesy of Battle Dolphin Zero and his balls.
And now the moment has arrived. Hand me the envelope, BDZ…
Drumroll, please.
The winner of MYSTERY GUEST SONG QUEST is…
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NOBODY.
THAT’S RIGHT.
NOBODY WINS.
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Not a single person came up with the correct answer.
In fact, only a handful of people even tried.
We’re really disappointed in you.
We thought we had a relationship.
We thought we had a bond.
We thought that we shared a zest for playful living and summer vegetables.
But we didn’t.
Better still, you didn’t.
Not you.
You’re too busy with your YouTube and your Face Books and your pointless Twinterings to participate in our jaunty little contest.
Me and BDZ, you know, we have no souls, so we can take it.
But our triple booked (2 assignments and a weekly) screenwriter buddy, the one with the glorious voice that I made better by throwing every instrument in the book at?
Well he’s crushed.
CRUSHED.
Shame on you people!
Shame on you for breaking a breaking a multi-millionaire’s sensitive heart!