And the Winner of October's McCunt Essay Contest

Is.... DRUG MONKEY!!!

DM, you have won a dozen Bojamacakes courtesy of baking goddess Jintrinsique. CONGRATULATIONS, TOOTS! Thank you for your wonderful essay, If you Listen Closely as you Read This, You can Hear me Reaching Hard to Create Three, I May Have Turn a Rotar Cuff.

I would also like to thank your fierce competitors, essayists Fredrick Schwartz of Hell's Leading Newspaper, the Dis-Brimstone and Mister Mister of one of the net's finest poli reads, Earth Observation. You rocked it, beautiful babies.

Thank you, Drug Monkey and CONGRATULATIONS, ya big stud.

Comments

Cormac Brown said…
Yay, Drugster!
8:27 PM
Fran said…
Drug Monkey- are you ever in for a real treat. I can personally assure of that.

Bojamacakes - YUM!
5:08 AM
Randal Graves said…
It was certainly a hell of an essay, but aren't we celebrating both monkey and drugs here? Isn't Zombie Reagan rolling over in his easy chair? Won't someone think of the children? They don't have monkeys or drugs!
6:32 AM
Anonymous said…
Ha! The polls are getting better now!
I don't need your fucking Jewish vote anymore, you cunt!
I'll make it with my Christian Coalition friends.
I never liked you anyway. Next Wednesday I'll be president.
Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiha!
6:38 AM
Mister Mxyzptlk said…
Probably my vote that put him over.

Well deserved.

Sniff.
12:16 PM
Anonymous said…
That's one election that totally went the way it should have... one more to go!

Yey for The DrugMonkey!

Yey for cupcakes (hee hee)!
1:22 PM
Anonymous said…
P.S. - And I think this makes up for your "Gator On A Stick" loss... ;)
1:23 PM
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