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That's funny!
an expensive (but bizarre) sculpture of a woman's ass. The run was put on by this art guild or something. The feminist who gave it out kept saying how much it was worth but never would give me a dollar figure and said the donor was "anonymous."
Needless to say, my wife wasn't pleased with my bringing this ass home, especially because it was a woman's ass and meant I would be looking at an ass besides hers. Besides, my wife has no ass and this ass was very opulent. It was a perfect ass.
She wanted to put it somewhere where no one would see it, but I wanted it with my other trophies, especially because it was my first time under 17:00 as a masters (this was 3 years ago). To this day, the ass sits there and whenever someone comes over, the ass is a great conversation piece. My wife doesn't like it, but to her credit, she's moved on.
She won't dust the ass, though, like my other trophies. I have to dust it once a week so I don't have a dirty ass.
I was in a 5K in Oswego, NY sponsored by a chiropractor. Got a crooked pen (with his name) for running and a towel (with his name) for winning my age group.
ahdog wrote:
an expensive (but bizarre) sculpture of a woman's ass. The run was put on by this art guild or something. The feminist who gave it out kept saying how much it was worth but never would give me a dollar figure and said the donor was "anonymous."
Needless to say, my wife wasn't pleased with my bringing this ass home, especially because it was a woman's ass and meant I would be looking at an ass besides hers. Besides, my wife has no ass and this ass was very opulent. It was a perfect ass.
She wanted to put it somewhere where no one would see it, but I wanted it with my other trophies, especially because it was my first time under 17:00 as a masters (this was 3 years ago). To this day, the ass sits there and whenever someone comes over, the ass is a great conversation piece. My wife doesn't like it, but to her credit, she's moved on.
She won't dust the ass, though, like my other trophies. I have to dust it once a week so I don't have a dirty ass.
We have a winner. The whole story is funny.
Bellville Meat Market 5k. I won a pound of pork chops for coming in second in my age group. I was 16 or 17 at the time. Since the race was a couple hours from home, I tried to trade the third place guy for his pound of bologna so I could eat it on the way home but he wouldn't go for it.
kent wrote:Coolest thing was 15+ years ago, before digital cameras/printers could instantly printout photos, the race took pix of each of the top three (I was third) as we crossed the finish line. I guess they quickly shipped it off ot a 1-hour type photo processing place, got them developed, them mounted them on a plaque, and covered it with a clear protective cover thing. Guess I'll always remember what a crappy race I ran that day !!
I worked a summer around 1990 at a place that did that stuff. They made all the pro-am plaques for second- and third-tier PGA events.
At the campus "Run For the Earth" I won a pizza while my roomate won a fishtank. It (the tank, not the pizza) sat in our room for the next year with naught but a Pepperidge Farm goldfish wrapper taped to it. Another time at the same race all the awards were plants in pots made from 2-liter bottles; I managed to keep it alive for the whole summer (a PR of sorts for me). Another campus race totally screwed up the awards and I got left out of some hand-made Kenyan wood carving, but I did get to meet Mike Boit so I wasn't too upset.
I won a race in Elberton, GA and they gave out a custom granite desk name plate that they mailed to me a few weeks later.
I won a frozen turkey at a race about 5 days before Thanksgiving. I cooked it up and it wasn't half bad.