Okay, here it is. After many hours of deliberation (well, a few minutes
at least), we’ve come up with our finalists. First, a few points: there
were lots of good suggestions, and while I appreciate and respect the
offers some of you made to dramatically change your physiques, we’ve
done that before. This contest is for yucks, and possibly to get some
publicity for T-mag.
Now, on to the finalists. I've picked four. However, probably only one jacket will be awarded. Whoever best fulfills their promise will get the jacket. Rest assured, though, the others, should they come through, will get some cool stuff, too.
Here they are: Bobby, who wants to pull a bus loaded with football players and cheerleaders.
Akicita, who's offered to get ten strippers to wear T-mag shirts and do a giant table dance.
Bobby Z, who's offered to walk around Manhattan in his speedos with Testosterone written on his chest. (Bobby, a couple of modifications, though. I'd like you to wear some silly underwear insteand of some crotch enhancing Speedo. Second, you must walk in front of the window where Good Morning America does its broadcast.)
Michelle, who sort of offered, but was actually coerced, into getting 11 topless friends together for a picture, each one with a letter from the word Testosterone written on their chest.
If an 11th hour suggestion comes in, I might add that one in, too.
Lastly, we need proof! Bobby and Bobby Z, we need video proof. As far as the other two, video or photos are required (Akicita, a video would be nice, but I don't know if the club would permit it). And, we'd like to see these tasks acccomplished in the next 3 weeks (by the August 31st).
Now, go out and make us proud (sort of).