W.W.C.D.

By the title, you might think there is some "What would so-and-so do" theme behind this story.  There is not.

Running - somewhat.  Star Wars - more so.  Current events - eh.

Anyhow, a week or so ago, a friend of mine,  @MikeyHamilton tweeted: " Noooooooo! RT @CNETNews: White House shoots down petition to build Death Star http://cnet.co/10nJgps "  And a few minutes later, tweeted: "  Surely that last tweet will register with *somebody* ."

I then replied, "@MikeyHamilton: Surely that last tweet will register with *somebody*." ... Me! #deathstar " That prompted @MikeyHamilton to say:" @chadrock811 Yesssss!!!!! You win a pair of retired Vibrams autographed by @y2kemo."

Not long after, my best friend @y2kemo tweeted:
 "@chadrock811 @MikeyHamilton sending now."

Ha ha.  Great funny things are said around the interwebs.  Thinking the joke was not on me, I said, "@y2kemo @MikeyHamilton yeah, winner, winner chicken dinner.#stankfoot"

Not this time.  In the mail last week, I received...

Wow.  Not only did I not expect Vibrams actually autographed by @y2kemo, I definitely did not expect the stench that rolled from the envelope that contained them.

That's right.  Winner, winner, chicken dinner, or W.W.C.D. as it shall now be known, is my achievement of calling out #stankfoot, then actually receiving it in the mail.

Ugh.