I had no idea when I started writing for Jane’s that there would be swag involved. But there is.
In fact, right now I have a small pile of cool things tucked away around my desk area. It involves work, and it’s not all from Jane, but it’s all cool.
I am replete with swag.
And there’s more coming. A wonderfully kind person is sending me some glass for review, and she’s also sending chocolate cake. A glass sex-toy and chocolate cake! Could there possibly be any better combination that could arrive in a box?
I just hope that I remember in the heat of the moment the correct hole in which to insert each product.
Some of the swag I cannot use at this point in my life, as I am still a respectably married lady (stifle your rampant giggles). One such product is from Neil’s Notes, which produces greeting cards that are the polar opposite of tasteful. The cards are awesome but right now I really can’t use them. So, I’d like to give them away to someone who can use them.
Here’s what you have to do. It’s a variation on a meme that I got from Desireous over a year ago:
In the comments, tell me a story of a time you and I met. This should be a fictional story.
It’s no fair to tell a real story and pass it off as fiction, if you are one of the very few readers I’ve actually met, and by “met,” I mean “slept with.” You know I’m referring to YOU. Yes you. No true stories from you, hear me? I know how you are.
Your story can be sad, funny, sexy, outrageous, witty…whatever.
Amuse me! Titillate me! Make me snort with laughter!
Come on, do I have to do all the work around this place?
You could also just play along for fun, even if you aren’t interested in winning the swag. If your story is my favorite, you’ll need to leave an email address so that I can get contact information from you eventually.
Ok? Any question?
So…go!
