|inspiration for you|
The 'secret ingredient' that everyone has to use is a piece of fruit. Surely you all have some of that laying around and if not then you should be worried about scurvy or rickets or whatever thing you get if you don't eat fruit.
|here. Say no to scurvy but yes to silly design challenges.|
Then I'll feature all the entries on the blog because you KNOW you want to be fake internet famous like me! You're standing on the edge (the edge) The Edge (The Edge) THE EDGE (THE EDGE) THE EDGE!!! I'm hanging on a moment with you. It's near glory. And fabulosity.
The winner will to be determined by ME and how many Pomojs (Pomojes? Pomoi?) I've had to drink. The most awesomest entry will receive a Jane Seymour Open Hearts necklace because I love you so much.
Just kidding. You'll win nothing but the prestige of knowing you're the best at a shitty made up game, probably a tweet or two and maybe even a secret present made my me that may or may not include glitter and a signed picture of my giant avatar just like the one I got when I was 7 and joined the Dolly Parton fan club. Aren't you excited??!!!
So take a few minutes to let your creative juices flow. You'll thank me because just a few minutes of pure unadulterated creativity will keep you saucy for hours afterwards. You're welcome. But if you don't feel like being creative and think this is dumb then here are some images to get your juices flowing in whatever direction that you want.
|via The Brick House|
|The Samitaur Tower by Eric Owen Moss via The Contemporist|
I'll take all of them please!!!
Keep it saucy this weekend and send me your pictures by oh... next Tuesday.
And don't be gettin any ideas about sending me nasty pictures of you doing unspeakable things to fruit. I'll make sure to post them on top of the blog with your name all over it so we can shame you. Unless that's what you want and then I'll do the opposite and keep them in my special file where no one can see them but me, you bunch of nasty perverts.
There may not be enough Pomojesess in the world to disinfect my eyes from what you freaks might send me. Surprise me!
I better publish before I regret this...