Hold EVERYTHING! Effluence Paddling! (oops! PEDALING–oops PEDDLING!)

Fishy rumours that bribery can win contests are totally unflundered

You may think you know the winner–but…

Literati!

You may THINK you know the winner, but the Towers that are A Word with You Press just received this unsolicited gratuity; clearly from the winner of our contest.  Lemme find out if she/she entered before we award the trophy.

Bear/bare in mind that some folks chose to send their votes directly to the Press.  We will accept votes up till noon, to give us time to research who unscrupulously sent this bribe  and  deal with them appropriately.  Rumours that the judges can be effluenced by coffee (Sumatran, s.v.p), that Patriot Sam Adams, or funny stuff that takes place with your clothes off are without merit!

10 comments

  1. Parisianne Modert says:

    Thank you for the images. I’m picturing Sam Adams, naked upfront on a bicycle built for three with a bear who is drinking coffee, Sam is laughing at Lucy Ricardo for stuffing chocolate in her mouth and apron. Is Spokane the captial of bicycle spokes? Well, it is your closest Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. Rufia and I congratulate whoever won this ever increasing mystery of madness. Send us a postcard with the winner’s nomme de plume when you can. Cheers.

  2. Diane Cresswell says:

    Your chocolate from Rocky Mountain from me arrived? I wasn’t in the contest which means you have received your quota of bribes for the month.

  3. Diane Cresswell says:

    Your chocolate from Rocky Mountain from me arrived? I wasn’t in the finals of the contest which means you have received your quota of bribes for the month.

    • Parisianne Modert says:

      If you weren’t in the contest, then how did you get two votes or even one as stated in “Time to Vote”? Hmmm…I suspect humor here.

      • Parisianne Modert says:

        If it be an English Mature Wookey Hole Cave Aged Farmhouse Cheddar
        or perhaps a Real Yorkshire Wensleydale with Cranberries cheese
        then the winner is certainly the Flying Circus of Sir John Cleese.

        But if the winner be dame nor Scotish clad,
        We must eliminate, well hung chad,
        And instead assert,
        The winner to be a Somerset Camembert.

      • Parisianne Modert says:

        Ah, the bare clause boils and thickens,
        So beware of the bribery coast fixins.
        Better to chalk-o-late than post-age a date.
        But at last, too late, we won’t learn,
        That which the police will discern,
        Poor Richard of Idaho’s edited fate.

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