Welcome to round three of the Ugly Lamp Contest! I’m glad you’re still here. It takes a measure of mental stamina to endure what you’ve endured so far. I salute you.
If you’ve missed round one or round two be sure to go back and give them a thorough look-through. This is mostly for your own benefit. You need your nerves steeled for what you’re about to see today. Yes, only those who have been sufficiently prepared should proceed.
But first, a quick recap of yesterday’s round, where She-Friend dominated with over 50% of the vote. Driftwhat maintained a respectable second place and will be moving on to the final round. Clowny McMurders was no match for Lava Clown, and sunk to second to last place. And garnering the lowest score of all was the Hopeless Hobos with a scant 2% of the vote. But don’t feel too bad for them. Apparently they are not down-on-their-luck hobos after all, but happy-go-lucky-hillbillies! So, I think they were just happy to be invited.
And now, here they come. The final six.
Let’s do this.
We shall begin with a poem:
From Esther
Do your ears hang low? Is your belly made of dough?
Is that a glass eye – are you gonna steal my soul?
Those bags under your eyes, are a little oversized.
Do your ears hang low?
Why do you exist? I would rather have a cyst.
If I gave you as a gift, the recipient would be pissed.
You’re genuinely feared and your beard is super weird.
Why do you exist?
From Tiffany S.
I’ll say it now, so you don’t have to say it in the comments. “You know, the Satan lamp isn’t all that bad. I could see it working in like, a Satan-themed bedroom.”
From Christy
Sometimes you just need a tiny staircase. And you need to attach it to a lamp. And you need to contact the president because it’s going to save us from the meteors. And you’re crazy.
From Kenney
Ummmmmm, yeahhhh. I’m not even going to touch this one. I’ll just be over here snickering behind my hands like a twelve-year-old. (If you don’t get it, it’s … uh … too hard to explain). *more snickering*
WARNING: I don’t want to oversell this next one, but you are NEVER GOING TO BE THE SAME.
Proceed with caution.
Turn on the lights..
Hide yo kids.
Call your priest.
Are you ready?
Like, really ready?
You think you’re ready.
HA!
You will never be ready.
From Irene
Breathe! Breathe! Stay with me! Let’s talk it out! It’s just all of your nightmares and deepest fears come to life, that’s all!
This is for sale. FOR MONEY. In case you can’t read the tags, they say “DO NOT PICK UP BY HEAD” and “Ask for assistance: breakable, custom made.” Just let that sink in for a minute.
What those tags should really say is “Burn this with fire at your soonest available opportunity. Then burn whatever your burned it in. Then burn the hole it left behind.”
I couldn’t leave you on that terrifying note, so here is one last ugly lamp. It probably looks like the Mona freaking Lisa compared to the visual plague we just saw …
From Rebekah
If the Mona Lisa had also been hastily slip-slopped together out of feathers and packing tape, that is.
Vote now!
(Sorry to those of you reading from mobile devices, I’ve been giving you the wrong link all week! If you can’t see the poll, click here.)
Please stop in and leave your thoughts in the comments! They’re so fun to read. Do you have any predictions for this round?