Early this week I launched a contest for the best (by being the worst) date story.
Wake-up call date
We only have a handful of entries. I’d love to hear from more of you (myspace, and any blog platform will work — If you don’t have one, hijack a friends for an hour). Just click here to throw your hat (date) in the ring. We’ll pick a winner by noon this Friday.
By the way, you don’t have to be from Southbrook to enter. How bout you Bigdadgib?
And I’d keel over dead if our own, Clayton King never had a date go psyco on him.
Fess up Clayton!