Bartender Fox would like to remind everyone that ……………………………………..
Errrrr, well, if he could speak, he’d like to remind everyone that we’re down to the final week of this year’s Contest of Whatever. The deadline for creating an entry is at the end of the day next Thursday the 28th! So far we have……. one entry. Which is one more than there was at this time last year, but still. The time to procrastinate has come and gone! Check out the contest page and get those creative juices flowing! Or else this bar won’t end up having a Happy Hour….
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
we say the mama has to write something too… dead or alive she has to enter that conest or we will do… well whatever LOL
I’m sure you and Nelly can find a way to convince the Mama to make an entry. Nobody can say no to your sweet, innocent faces….
Some people like the excitement of waiting until the last minute……adrenalin rush and all that stuff. So all you’ve had to read these last weeks is my pitiful entry? Gosh…..!
pam
That was all I had, but now I have two! And hopefully by next Thursday… about twenty! That might be wishful thinking… but it’s always possible.
I just posted my entry this morning. It’s here. And I’m hoping it’s where it’s supposed to be via a pingback. 🤞
Entry read and duly noted! Thank you for playing! If the contest ended today, you would be guaranteed a prize…
We got ours started the first week…but haven’t put it together yet. Hopefully, tonight!
Woohoo! No rush since you have seven more days, but I wanted to make sure to drop one last reminder!
Mine’s almost ready…it’s silly but I keep adding stuff…maybe later today! 🙂
Whenever it’s ready! Just as long as it’s ready by next Thursday!
Done! Pingbacked to original post 🙂
Ooh, who’s a pushy little squirrel then 🙂
Is it too much to remind people every day? Oh, have you remembered to make something for the Contest of Whatever yet?
The text is written… I’ve trained myself to ignore Umbreon, but Mr Fox just drills his gaze straight through me.
Mr. Fox is not one to be taken lightly. Either listen to him, or his eyes will melt your soul into a goopy puddle…
Oh shitballs.
You’ve still got plenty of time…
And who wouldn’t want a nice, heaping plate of spaghetti and shitballs?
Awk…can I get mine without salt on the rim? 🍸
Oh, that’s not salt. Our bartender just doesn’t wash the glasses…