Simon Cowell type of power. The disappointing part was that there were no William Hungs for me to humiliate. The mental damage left after years of kissing the butts of arrogant builders and subs with second-grade mentalities is festering just below the surface of my psyche. It's my turn to have the power: I get to judge the efforts of your creativity or lack thereof.
I must admit, this is an ego-boosting exercise for a former drywall dog. However, we were a bit disappointed by the participation of the readers. It can only be surmised you are all busy rolling through gravy jobs and raking in the big bucks. You must be spending so much time at the bank making deposits you just didn't have the time. Or no one reads this article anymore and could care less. I hope my first guess is correct.
This year, the magazine-in the hopes of getting you out of that chair and into creative mode-has loosened up those rusty hinges on the company safe with WD-40 and sprung for a few Gonzo AiD shirts. This year's winners will be rewarded with these newly printed goodies. Onto the results:
Fun, fun, funOnce again, the folks at Stockton Products dare us to go to work and not go party. I'm sure the designer is a Parrot Head. Wearing this shirt literally cries out, "It's five-o-clock somewhere." Oh by the way, if you want a Gonzo shirt, how's about sending me one of yours instead of just a picture? I need XXXL in case you haven't looked at my picture. Thanks for being a regular contributor.
Until next time, remember: every dogg has his day.