I will tell you something for free. Being this arse-holey takes real dedication. A real need to be a total twat. It’s probably the reason I am so tired all the time. I say all this in a vain attempt to garner some kind of begrudging respect because I’m about to ask for a favour.
I need you to click this…
and vote for Penelope.
Yes, I am in the running too, but my entry is a bit crap and has no hope of winning, whereas Penelope’s entry of
“My sister’s best friend’s husband is Peter Gabriel’s cousin.”
should win. It just should. Why? Any connection to that bald headed lunatic genius, however tenuous, should win.
And the prize that she will win? Plonk. And that is a prize worth winning.