My boss, fmr., and I just had a conversation that inspired me. She was my muse, as it were.
We’re having our first Book of June contest! Between now and the very last day of 2017, send me
THE WORST (FREE) 2018 CALENDAR YOU CAN FIND.
The winner gets 11 hundred million thousand dollars, or a mention on Book of June, whichever’s more valuable.
The good news is, I’ll keep the winner, and then anyone who knows me in real life? I’m sending you the dregs! So, however many other free terrible calendars there are left over, depending on how related you are to me (i.e., mom, there’s no way you’re escaping. Mom’s cousin? You might not get one), you will also receive a FREE TERRIBLE CALENDAR!
I’m not sure if we’ll vote together on the winner or if I will make an executive decision. We’ll just have to wait and see how many bad ones we get.
So, comb the offices of your insurance company, your mechanic, your priest. See if they’re giving away terrible calendars, and I will work on getting a P.O. box, which I should have had years ago anyway. Email me ONLY IF YOU HAVE ONE TO SEND FTLOG and I will give you the address.
I look forward to you finding the worst life has to offer!