Best Get to Responding

I hate to be like this, but you weinerbiscuits in the Goulash Mix CD Challenge BETTER GET TO RESPONDING! So far, I've received a paltry four responses, one of which started with a marching band (but really picked up after that) and one of which came from someone who didn't even get a CD in the first place. That's a pretty lame response rate. You people must think the Goulash Mix CD Challenge is one of those things you can promise the world to and the neglect completely, like the trombone in your closet or your mail order bride. That ain't happening. The Goulash Mix CD Challenge has teeth, and it'll sink them into you if you don't play by the rules.

(Of course, I'm still not done sending out the CDs. Stephen Fay, if I didn't hate the post office so much, I would've sent yours like a week ago. If you want, until the CD is in your hands, I'll come to your house and sing you to sleep. Or you could just wait for me to send it. Let us hope you choose wisely.)

(And exactly what teeth was I discussing previously? Well, I have the addresses of those who haven't responded AND I have pets who are virtual poop machines. I also have envelopes. Don't make me put those elements together, because you know I will.)

If you've already sent it, you're cool. If you've already sent it, I've already received it, and I accidentally set it on fire during a recent bout of night terrors, you're even cooler. And if you haven't sent it because you've been too busy dipping bars of gold into a deep fryer and then trying to eat the result, then you're pretty much the Fonz.