(updated 15 Jun 10)
It's that time of the year where we swap out the currently running contest in this slot and replace it with another. That's where you, the playing public, come in. Let us know which previous contest you'd like to see come back for a while. There's a lot of contests we've done - just click on the "archives" link...or any of the other archives listed below. If you have a contest idea...submit it...and if we use it, we'll give you a whole mess of RA's.
Please send your suggestions via the "Play Here" link (as you would if you were sending an entry to play the current contest) below.
Then check back on the 26th of June when the new contest will be unveiled!
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Things Not To Say and/or Do Your High School Reunion
No one said anything about climbing the rope in gym class...have you guys ever BEEN to high school???
Impress everyone by reciting your locker combination for each year. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Remind your friend of that time she got so drunk at the senior prom that she ended up giving hand jobs to over half the football team in the men's room...in front of her husband the minister. (email@example.com) At least she made a little money. She got a quarterback.
Point out to your wife the chicks you nailed under the bleachers. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
"Yes, I did drop out....Now I work for Microsoft." (email@example.com) Yeah. Sucking toe jam.
"Hey, Chass! Remember me? I was your first gay lover before you had the sex change operation!" (firstname.lastname@example.org)
"No...they're not very nice to sex offenders in prison...Haha...yeah, I'm glad to be out!" (email@example.com) Pat came "out", too. We think.
Kick out the legs of the super jock's walker. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
No thanks, you're still a skank. (email@example.com) Oh, right...you're balding, overweight and have three original teeth...and you're calling ME the skank??
Saying "Algebra, anyone?" (firstname.lastname@example.org)
You remember my husband/brother, Marshall, right? (email@example.com) Welcome to Alabama High.
"Hey, I thought you were dead." (firstname.lastname@example.org; email@example.com)
I don't remember your face but your boobs seem familiar. (firstname.lastname@example.org) That's because it's the only place you ever looked, pervert.
Brag about your (ambiguous) sex change. Without clarifying if your now Patric or Patricia instead of just Pat. Since you skipped gym and no-one knew before the change which you were then, too. (DOrr221@comcast.net; email@example.com)
"Remember me? I was the father of your baby." (firstname.lastname@example.org) And you were just as right as the other four guys who said the same thing.
Perfect comeback: "You were in my class". "Oh? What did you teach?" (email@example.com)
Making your adolescent fantasies about your Algebra teacher come true. Only instead of picking her up in your T-Bird, you dig her up with a shovel. (firstname.lastname@example.org) Didn't Tom Petty do a song about this once?
Walk through with your wife saying,"I did her. And her. Oh, she was a wild one, and her." (email@example.com)
"So, did you ever marry that pig you went with? Oh, hi Gwen..." (Airfarcewon@aol.com) "He WAS a bit of a sexist", she replied.
Walk in and say, "I'm sorry,I was looking for my high school reunion not a Weight Watchers convention". (firstname.lastname@example.org)
"Me? I just got a job at Taco Bell." (email@example.com) Sigh...this is EXACTLY why I don't attend.
Mooning the principal is cute and funny when you're 17. However, no one wants to see that after 3 kids, 30 years of eating Twinkies and watching TV all day. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Allow yourself to think you can still slam bottles of Boone's Farm like you did back in the day. (email@example.com) Boone's Farm?? Damn you're old.
At your 70 year reunion never start screaming: "I see almost dead people!" (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Thank goodness for thrift shops, huh? (email@example.com) So that's where you got your wife.
Wear an idiotic smile like that guy in the 'male enhancement' commercials. (firstname.lastname@example.org) Bob apparently took "wood" shop.
"Hey Beth...WOW...you know, I used to masturbate to a photo I took of you once...playing tennis..." (email@example.com) Wait- while playing TENNIS? Oh, you meant her.
"Your *face* is still really pretty." (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Talk about true grit...
Say to your high school flame's new husband, "She USED to drag her teeth. You're welcome." (DLiver420@gmail.com)
Women included? Someone didn't pay attention during Health class...
"OK, Joey...do any of these grown-ups look like you?" (email@example.com)
How It Works:
We give you a topic...you make a funny, silly, witty, off-the-wall, etc., comment for it. Don't exactly know what we are after? Just check out our archives (below) for some "inspiration".
The "No-No's" topic this time around:
Things Not To Say and/or Do When Your Wife Is Giving Birth
Please type the email address you would like credit to be given to in parenthesis after your entry...for example: My entry blah blah. (John@Doe.com)
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