Can I Borrow A Quarter? (1758 hits)
Category: UberMadness!Rating: 0.47 on 82 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Uber Madness 2004 (View user info) at 2004-11-06 15:10:18 EST
 |
This post is officially part of UberMadness!. Click here for more information on the rules and restrictions. |
Entry 1
Can I borrow a quarter?Because I need to make a phone call. They told me I was allowed 2 phone calls, but of course they never seem to tell you it's a Goddamned pay phone and if you don't have any change then it's tough titty, no soup for you.
As with every shitty thing that happens to me in my life, today started out great. I had plans to go to a party at a friend's house. All my friends and I go to the same tiny little private school here in town, and every weekend is pretty much the same: Friday night, party at one friend's house. Saturday night, party at someone else's house. Next weekend, rinse and repeat. It's routine, to be sure, but with enough spice and randomness thrown into our lives to keep us from knocking over liquor stores or becoming serial arsonists just out of sheer boredom.
To continue:
The party started out at Lisa's house (names have been changed) and after everyone arrived, there were probably twelve people there. The players are not really important, but two I want to describe are Shane and Doug.
Shane was a "rich kid". His parents weren't billionaires, but they had enough money to buy him a new M3 for his eighteenth birthday. That's more than I could have said for my parents, who gave me a sweet powder blue 1975 Ford LTD station wagon to tool around in. SAFETY, people, that's the name of the game in the LTD. I wasn't jealous. I didn't want that damn BMW deathtrap. Excuse my while I go cry in the bathroom.
Doug was a jock. Star soccer, basketball, and tennis player, he was all-American everything and generally made me sick to be around with his tripping over the trophies falling out of his ass all the time. Smooth, calm, and confident, he stood in stark contrast to me, a lanky, uncoordinated fool with no social skills and a malformed sense of humor. I'm not jealous or anything, but nevertheless I hate him I hate him I want to push him into traffic damn him to the flaming depths of hell for all eternity. I will now set myself on fire.
After about an hour of small talk, the decision was made by the higher-ups to move the party to Doug's house. His family had a pool table and ping-pong in the basement, setting us up for a long night of beer pong and Nines. Good times. The problem was that Shane and Doug had both planned on keeping the party at Lisa's, and together had downed a fifth of Absolut. Result? Not enough sober drivers to move everyone.
So I volunteered to drive Shane's car. I just want to state for the record that I had absolutely NOTHING to drink that night. Not a sip. But unfortunately, I DID have a suspended license. Too many tickets in a twelve month period, you see. But my friends didn't know that. So yes, I lied by omission. What can I say? It was a nice car.
In any event, as the other cars were leaving, Shane threw me the keys, then inexplicably crammed himself into another car and left. And suddenly I was left all alone in Lisa's driveway with the keys to a new BMW. Hmmm, what should I have done?
I hopped into the driver's seat and checked everything out. What a sweet ride, still had the new-car smell. I don't know shit about cars so I'll spare you the wet-dream particulars of his one. Red, with black leather interior, that's about all I could tell you. Oh yeah, it was a 5-speed. With a cassette stereo.
A cassette? WHAT THE HELL!?!
What the shit is that about? Who still has a damn tape player in their car? Hey, Shane, 1984 called and they want their technology back. What a piece of shit. I had no idea what it was doing in the car, but it was clearly aftermarket. Shane obviously had to have removed the existing CD player and put the tape player in. But who replaces a CD with a tape deck? What is going on here? Where am I? Am I stuck in a time-warp?
Well, I tried not to dwell on the whole cassette-instead-of-CD thing, and started the car up and pulled out of the driveway. Suddenly, I was assaulted on all sides by the smooth beats of DJ Jazzy Jeff and Fresh Prince.
"What in THE Hell is going on here!!?!" I shouted to the steering wheel. The Fresh Prince? THE FRESH PRINCE!!?!
I immediately leaned over and started stabbing random buttons on the deck in a futile attempt to eject the offending material. No luck. Not to be intimidated, I persisted for about 30 seconds, intent on getting that damned tape out. The tape deck just calmly mocked me for my ineptness, while Will Smith let me know in no uncertain terms that, take it from him, parents just don't understand.
<POP>
YES!! There went the tape. Blissful silence reigned again in The Car That Bavaria Built. I smiled and leaned back in my seat, warmly victorious in that battle of wills.
I hope you'll understand, then, why I neglected to notice the flashing blue lights in my rear view mirror. Crap. Turn signal Right. Decrease speed. Pull over. Stop. Apply parking brake. Roll down window. Turn off engine. The cop took his Goddamned sweet time strolling his ass over to me, too.
"You been drinkin' boy? You been smokin' weed?"
"No officer!", I answered a little too quickly, then I lost my mind for some reason and started blowing in his face like a lunatic.
"See?" <puff puff> "See? No alcohol at all." <puff puff> "Can you smell anything? Nothing. I haven't had anything to drink, officer, I swear on a stack of bib-"
"Jesus Christ would you shut up for a second? I pulled you over for weaving all over the road. What the hell is wrong with you?" He stared at me menacingly.
I caved and whimpered like Gollum, "Umm, it's this tape deck it wouldn't let me eject the tape and I just leaned over for a second to try to get it out and all I wanted was for some quiet and-"
"Well, why didn't you just turn it off?"
Shit.
"Umm, I didn't think of that?"
He stared at me like I was one of his "special" kids. He sneered, "License and registration, please."
I stared at him blankly for a few seconds.
"Umm, I lost my license."
He narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Lost? You left it at home?"
"Umm, no."
More narrowing, then, "Lost, as in suspended or revoked?"
"Umm, maybe."
"Please step out of the car, sir."
"Wait, I can explain, I just-"
"PLEASE STEP OUT OF THE GODDAMN CAR SIR!!"
"Umm, okay."
I felt an impending flood of tears coming and of course would have been helpless to stop it, had the young officer not been so kind as to interrupt my thoughts with, "Sir, I am going to administer a Field Sobriety Test, do you know what that is?"
"But I haven't been drinking at all officer I was just taking my friend's car to-"
"I AM GOING TO ADMINISTER A GODDAMNED FIELD SOBRIETY TEST, UNDERSTAND?!?"
"Umm, okay."
"Hold your head still and follow my pen with your eyes only. Okay now watch the - GODDAMNIT DON'T MOVE YOUR HEAD!! EYES ONLY!!"
I started cringing and whimpered, "You're making me nervous and I can't concentrate when-"
"FOLLOW! THE! FUCKING! PEN! WITH! YOUR! EYES! ONLY!"
Have you ever seen those crazy animal shows on TV where they have like a sheep or a goat that passes out whenever they hear a loud noise? That's what I'm like. I get all faint and start acting shaky and shit when people yell at me. That's what started happening to me with the cop, which led to the following exchange:
Cop: "Why are you gettin' all wobbly like that? Are you high?"
Me: "Oh my Christ you're making me nervous I'm trying my best-"
Cop: "CALM DOWN! JESUS CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU WALK THIS YELLOW LINE HEEL TO TOE!!"
Me: <whimper whimper whine whine>
Cop: "HEEL TO TOE!! HEEL TO TOE!! GODDAMNIT YOU'RE MAKING ME ANGRY SON!!"
Suddenly I absolutely went off my nut and blurted out, "Why the hell are you being so mean to me it's not like I tried to grab your fucking gun or-"
Cop: "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
And the cop abruptly charged me, ducked his shoulder, and propelled me into the ditch on the side of the road. I went face down into a pile of pine needles and when I looked up at him, he had his Glock drawn on me with the slack taken out of the trigger. I sharted (nervous fart + shit = shart).
Cop: "DON'T FUCKING MOVE PUT YOUR FACE DOWN ARMS SPREAD LEGS CROSSED!!"
Me (whimpering like a coward): "Why are you doing this to me? Why why whyyyyyyyyyyyy!?"
Cop: "SHUT UP DON'T MOVE PUT YOUR GODDAMN FACE DOWN!!"
I did what he told me. In about two seconds flat I felt his knee ram me in the back of the neck, and the handcuffs clanked over my wrists. Then he viciously dragged me over to his squad car and rammed my head into the door before he realized that wasn't the way to open it. The next thing I knew, we're on our way to the police station having the following conversation:
Cop: "All you had to do was a Field Sobriety Test. Why would you threaten a police officer?"
Me: "What? WHAT!?! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING NAZI!! I DIDN'T THREATEN YOU YOU GODDAMN STUPID REDNECK PIG MOTHERFUCKER!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU!! FUCK YOU GAAAAAHHHHHAAAAAA!!!"
Cop: "Suit yourself. That's how I'm writing it up."
And he did. I was booked for Driving While License Suspended Or Revoked, Verbal Intimidation, Assault, and Resisting Arrest. No fucking lie.
So anyway, I need that quarter.
- VS -
Entry 2
As I walked up the steps, I couldn't help but smile through the sadness. The sound of Pink Floyd playing in a funeral home, while fitting, was at the very least bizarre.When I reached the door, I brushed my skirt off, careful not to drop the treasure I held in my sweaty palm, and took a deep breath. I knew what I needed to do. I had waited in a line that stretched through the front door of the building and around the corner to do it. Only a few steps left.
Trepidation grew in my stomach as I moved closer to the casket. There were three people ahead of me. Then two. My heart beat faster. Then just one.
Then there was only empty space between me and him. I gripped my treasure tighter.
"Hey, Herbie." I whispered. "You look good, man." He didn't look good. He'd never looked good. He'd always looked sort of disheveled and dirty. But laying there, in his old faded t-shirt and crummy jeans, he looked like himself. And that looked good to me.
"Nice music they've got playing for you. This is the only way to send you off, right? I bet the first line in your will was 'play me some Floyd on my way out.' Looks like the dressed you right for the trip too. You're lucky. Dress up clothes suck." I laughed softly and adjusted my skirt again.
"I brought you something." I told him as my countenance turned somber once more. I looked behind me at the line of people, mostly other kids from my school, waiting behind me. No one was watching me.
Tears stung my eyes as I slowly reached out my hand, and slid my treasure into his shirt pocket.
"Here's the quarter I owed you. Remember that? I never paid you back."
My hand rested for a moment on his chest, before I drew it back and walked away slowly. When I reached the door, I stole one last glance at the empty body that used to be my friend.
As I left the building, I whispered a quiet "goodbye".
When you are a freshman in highschool, you don't spend a lot of time thinking about gratitude. It's not that you purposely don't appreciate the people who are helping you grow into a successful adult, it's just that you never think of it. Most of the adults in your life are working behind the scenes, just outside your peripheral vision.
You don't know how hard your parents worked to keep you clothed and fed. What they give up so you can have a little fun on the weekends. You don't know that your teachers stay up late grading your homework. It never occurs to you that they assign that homework to help you. And you certainly never realize what it takes to keep a school building running. The secretaries, the bus drivers, the janitors; all the people it takes. But those people are there, everyday. Doing their job, everyday. Making your life easier, everyday.
Your first year of highschool is a whirlwind. The rules are different, the people are different, the classes are different. Everything's changed and you are just trying your best to keep up.
It was in this world, where image is everything, and ranking people's worth comes as naturally as breathing, that I met Herbie. Scruffy, disheveled, looked-older-than-he-was, Herbie.
Herbie was a janitor. To a fourteen-year-old girl, on the totem pole of professions, being a janitor was just about the bottom; along the same caliber of working with garbage and septic tanks.
Needless to say, Herbie was someone I never really planned to talk to, let alone get close to. Sure, I noticed him. Everyday I say him pushing his broom through the halls, emptying garbage cans, and refilling the paper towels in the bathrooms. But to me, he was just a nameless entity, a fixture in the building like the payphone or the drinking fountain. Faithfully present, but comfortably ignored.
Until the day I dropped a quarter from my lunch money into the garbage can by mistake. Embarrassed, I glanced around the hallway. No one was there. No one would see me.
I grimaced and cautiously reached my hand into the trash.
"Whatcha doin?" I jumped at the sound of his voice. I turned to see him smirking at me, broom in hand.
"Uh... I uh... dropped my lunch money."
"In the trash?"
"Yeah."
"Bummer." He said. And with that, he continued pushing his broom down the hall.
"Hey! Uh..." He turned back to me. "You think maybe... Uh... Can I borrow a quarter?" He smiled.
"Tell ya what. You tell me a joke, and I'll give you a quarter." I laughed nervously.
"Um. Ok." I laughed again as I tried to think of a joke. "Why did the blonde scale the chain-link fence?"
"I dunno... why?"
"To see what was on the other side." Herbie laughed. Much harder, in fact, than the stupid joke warranted, and handed me a quarter.
"There you go, missy. You earned it."
"Thanks." I said as I walked away, musing for a moment on the rather strange interaction that had just occurred.
But by the time I got to lunch and sat down with my friends, it was forgotten completely.
The next morning, I when saw him once again pushing his broom down the hall, I dug in my pocket for the extra quarter I'd brought.
I jogged down the hall and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, here's the quarter I owe you. Thanks." He smiled.
"How about you keep the quarter, and tell me another joke?" Slightly surprised, I agreed.
It went on like that nearly everyday. I'd bring him a quarter, he'd tell me to keep it and tell him a joke. I'd tell him a stupid joke, and he'd laugh and pat me on the back. Always the same. Clockwork. At first it was strange, but slowly I became accustomed to our little game, and even began looking forward to finding him each morning.
Until the morning he wasn't there. I walked through every hall, checked every corner, peeked into every classroom. I looked through Homeroom, but he was nowhere to be found.
Then it was announced over the PA system that during the night Herbie had a heart attack, and died.
A few days later, I finally paid him back the quarter I'd owed him.
But I owed him a lot more than that quarter. He'd given me so much in the short time I'd known him. He'd made me laugh on days I most needed it. He'd helped me learn to be comfortable in my own skin. He'd made a scary new place more familiar each day. He'd given me consistency during a tumultuous time. He did all of that, without my even knowing it.
And he'd taught me to be grateful for those backstage people who make the system work.
I never really got to tell Herb thank you. He never knew how much his little game really meant to me. How much I respected him.
But because of him, I learned to appreciate others who filled similar roles.
Many people come in and out of your life. Many of them go unthanked for all that they do. Often times, you never even realize what they've done until it's too late.
Herbie is a reminder to me to thank those unthanked angels.
Entry 1:
BadAssJulie
bob
BoxcarChild
Circe
corn_nugget
darko
Electro
godking
hyprspacd
jack11058
jimbo
Kristen
MyNameIsTim
NerfHerder
Pringles4eva
Scott_James
Seralena
sketch9
Slypher
steph
tech-junkie
TheSpook
tlozoot
tmofw
wazzawazzayo
ZeroSkittles
18 eligible votes (26 total) *
Entry 2:
10c7c
absolutes
AwesomeJohnson
bigbabylons
Bizdorph
BoogieFevuh
BT
cexshun
Coyote
Dirtbird
Disektor
DrPresident
Durae
engine13
Falconer
FunnyAsCancer
hockyman
humor_me
Jack_McCallum
JohnGalt
JonnyX
LadyPlural
lessthanfour
lojope
MikeyP3184
munkeypants
mystiamoon
polyamorousaj
rad1101
ralphmacchio
redraven
salmonofdoubt
ShatteredDreams
Snark
sparkle_pink
SPECIALk
spedmonkey
Spuds002
Stabkill
stevie_says
Stin
thaumaturge
tidalfae
William_Q_Percy
WillZone
Wingfoot
xenon
youarsoghey
zombieZero
35 eligible votes (49 total) *
* Eligible votes are those made by users who had either (A) posted 3+ messages OR (B) written 100+ [lowered from 750+] reviews as of the beginning of the UberMadness! competition.
User Reviews
Submitted by salmonofdoubt (user info) at 2004-11-10 18:38:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by youarsoghey (user info) at 2004-11-10 16:52:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2004-11-10 13:48:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Mary Parks <maryannparks.at.gmail.com> at 2004-11-10 06:06:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Seralena (user info) at 2004-11-09 21:21:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Good job, both of you. I had to go with one though, because it seemed slighly more realistic.
Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2004-11-09 21:01:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by sketch9 (user info) at 2004-11-09 19:11:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2004-11-09 16:46:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2004-11-09 16:36:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2004-11-09 15:42:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I hate redneck cops on power trips!
Submitted by author2 at 2004-11-09 15:18:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
thank you, author 1. good show. i think i got more lucky than anything else. 9 times out of 10 you would have killed me.
Submitted by bigbabylons (user info) at 2004-11-09 14:54:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by AwesomeJohnson (user info) at 2004-11-09 14:20:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by hyprspacd (user info) at 2004-11-09 14:08:07 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
...
Submitted by Author 1 at 2004-11-09 13:29:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Man, I got smoked.
Well done, Author 2.
Submitted by zombieZero (user info) at 2004-11-09 10:21:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by godking (user info) at 2004-11-09 08:37:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by BadAssJulie (user info) at 2004-11-09 02:31:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
You get faint when people yell at you? I would give you a +2 but you lost a point by being such a pansy ass.
Submitted by hockyman (user info) at 2004-11-08 22:47:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-11-08 21:32:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Awesome. This is what round four is all about. I wish I could vote for both of these.
I sharted (nervous fart + shit = shart).
That was the clincher.
Submitted by BoxcarChild (user info) at 2004-11-08 21:31:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by DrPresident (user info) at 2004-11-08 21:13:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
you should have left it after the scene in the funeral home
Submitted by tidalfae (user info) at 2004-11-08 18:41:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-11-08 17:03:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by JohnGalt (user info) at 2004-11-08 16:13:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Both were well written. I like #2 better.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-11-08 14:24:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
This was one of those rare hard calls. I wish both writers were up against lesser entries, and there are more than a few in this round. I enjoyed both a lot, so I'm gonna have to go with the tightest writing, and that's #2. Sorry #1, you have some funny shit in there, and I hope you are back for UM3.
Submitted by xenon (user info) at 2004-11-08 14:01:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2004-11-08 13:31:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
When I first read Author #2's piece, I was thinking of a 'quarter' of a green, leafy substance, as opposed to a twenty-five cent piece, what with the Pink Floyd reference and all.
I apologize.
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-11-08 12:38:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Both were good. My personal tastes liked 1 a bit better.
Another fine match-up.
Submitted by steph (user info) at 2004-11-08 12:04:58 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by ralphmacchio (user info) at 2004-11-08 11:58:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by cexshun (user info) at 2004-11-08 11:21:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
#1 was not ubermadness caliber, in my opinion. I can read that anyday I type ubersite.com into my browser.
#2 was pretty good.
Vote 2
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2004-11-08 10:52:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by redraven (user info) at 2004-11-08 10:21:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Dirtbird (user info) at 2004-11-08 09:05:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-11-08 09:04:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-11-08 08:19:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Kristen (user info) at 2004-11-08 03:31:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
WOOHOO! I'm the only polite person on here!!!
Submitted by Kristen (user info) at 2004-11-08 03:29:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It should be "MAY I borrow a quarter."
I'll have to kill myself if someone else already pointed that out.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-11-08 02:33:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-11-08 00:46:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by tmofw (user info) at 2004-11-07 23:46:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Pringles4eva (user info) at 2004-11-07 23:20:12 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-11-07 23:01:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Durae (user info) at 2004-11-07 22:03:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Tough choice.
Submitted by BT (user info) at 2004-11-07 21:35:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by tech-junkie (user info) at 2004-11-07 20:44:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
God, that 2% of stupid, redneck cops give the 98% of the polite, decent cops a bad name.
Submitted by Falconer (user info) at 2004-11-07 17:22:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
If i was in a different mood i would have chosen 1, but 2 struck a chord with me today for some bizarre reason. I thought both entries were pretty damn good.
Submitted by BoogieFevuh (user info) at 2004-11-07 16:47:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2004-11-07 15:20:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This was hard.
I mean REALLY hard.
I mean nipples-on-a-blind-lesbian-in-a-fish-market hard (to quote another source).
To author one: I'm sorry.
Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-11-07 15:04:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-11-07 12:42:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Wingfoot (user info) at 2004-11-07 09:16:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Wingfoot <soulreaver> at 2004-11-07 09:16:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-11-07 04:32:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-11-07 03:10:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by absolutes (user info) at 2004-11-07 02:58:10 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Slypher (user info) at 2004-11-07 02:36:17 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
god i hate UM
Submitted by 10c7c (user info) at 2004-11-07 01:20:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Spuds002 (user info) at 2004-11-07 00:41:19 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by MikeyP3184 (user info) at 2004-11-07 00:35:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good shit
Submitted by ZeroSkittles (user info) at 2004-11-06 23:49:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (user info) at 2004-11-06 23:30:22 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2004-11-06 22:34:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Mph.
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-11-06 20:58:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Kinda cliched, but entry one was shit.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2004-11-06 18:39:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-11-06 18:19:14 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by humor_me (user info) at 2004-11-06 17:52:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by jimbo (user info) at 2004-11-06 17:50:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by lessthanfour (user info) at 2004-11-06 17:33:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is a rare ubermadness entry where not only do both entries not suck, they are actually good. 1 was pretty good, but I have to give it to two.
Submitted by Electro (user info) at 2004-11-06 17:03:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by spedmonkey (user info) at 2004-11-06 17:00:44 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
#2. Absolutely.
Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:58:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:54:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
round four?
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:46:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:31:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by ShatteredDreams (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:19:29 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
The first one wasn't great. Caps lock undid it for me.
Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:16:03 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:07:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-11-06 16:00:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by lux78 at 2004-11-06 15:45:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Made more sense and usage of the quarter.
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-11-06 15:25:20 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment