Contest Winner

On October 29th the Fat Daddy announced the first FDR contest. The prize being my infamous stolen seat belt extender that I have recently graduated from. The terms of the contest were as follows. I would award the extender to the person who sent me the most creative story describing a fitting destruction ceremony for this most vivid symbol of my struggle with weight.

And I spared no expense assembling a secret distinguished panel of judges to help me select a winner.

And you did not disappoint. The stories were indeed creative and fun. Thank you's to TJ Renee (tiara wearing fire sacrifice), Pam (airport trashcan fuck you), Jack (civil war enactment), Nina( flaming arrows mannequin), Camevil (drawn and quartered), Lucas (role reversal: humiliating the extender), Miss Mary (funeral service), Boston Conor (office space scenario), TC (blowing it up into pieces), Choreboy (gym bag strap reminder)and Candice (of course to assault her hub).

There were two who did not follow the directions that caught my attention. Roder understood my need to destroy the beast, but instead suggested that the extender be exchanged among our crowd for those in time of need...he called it the Brotherhood of the Traveling Seat Belt Extender. A cool idea.

And last, was Tricia, who offered no story at all. Just a plain spoken plea that I give it to her. She has a trip coming up, and just needs it. Well shit guys. That kind of a plea just went right through my heart. I don't know why Tricia did not send me a story, but I don't care either. It was all in fun, and you all showed me your creative sides with your submissions.

So at the risk of offending my secret distinguished panel, I am going to jettison the creative writing judging, and just give the extender to Tricia. Just send me an email with the address you want it sent to, dear, and it will be on its way as soon as I get back from the Big Easy.

Thanks to all who played...and thanks to the panel!

Fat Daddy Out