FREE!! FREE!!!


That's the only word anyone ever reads. Oh well.
I have to clear a couple of things up.
The rules for the giveaway. They are called rules for a reason.
The first reason is that I would only have to spring for 9 basket at most. Hehe.
Once again, I will state the rules that qualify you for a FREE Basket from Harry and David's.
The first rule is the only one that is set in stone.

1. Have to be a follower of mine on, or before March 10Th, 2009
If you began following my blog before then you qualify.
2. You have to be able to provide an address
Easy enough right?
3. You must have, and submit to me a "Handle".
This rule will apply until you comment to me, and give me your handle if you don't already have one. Google "handle" it pertains to C.B. radio talk and I have blogged about it several times. For the educated this would also be called a "pseudonym"
If the 3 rules are met, then email me your address, and I will forward your very own Harry and David's basket.
P.S. For all those who joined my blog after the contest began, I WILL be picking ONE person out of all the new followers for a Welcome To My Blog basket. Remember I am always prone to start a giveaway, so keeping checking out my blog for giveaways in the future, and become a follower.

Let's Ride Ho's

Comments

David Dust said…
Dearest Tugboat -

I got mine today, and I had to fight bitches at work who were trying to steal my stuff!!!

Thank you SOOOOOOO much!!!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Papi Chaser
March 13, 2009 at 7:30 PM
kayce. said…
sam ~
congrats on dust bunny of the week!!! i found you via david dust (obv) and i want you to know that i would have followed even if you WEREN'T having a contest... :))
March 14, 2009 at 7:25 AM
Sam said…
Thank you Kayce, and welcome to my blog. You have been entered into the new follower basket giveaway. All you need to do is submit to me your "Handle"
xoxoxox
March 14, 2009 at 9:17 AM
kayce. said…
a handle... hmmm... i think i am going to go w/ the epic nickname michael ian black bestowed on me via twitter: mistress aquanet (given to me b/c of my profile picture, LMAO). sound ok?
March 14, 2009 at 9:25 AM
Sam said…
That's not a very good Handle it's to long, so let me help out. How about "Ms. Fierce"? Why that? Your photo is Fierce!
Anyho, your entered and good luck.
xoxo
March 14, 2009 at 9:30 AM
kayce. said…
ok, but only if we pronounce it "miz", LMAO. ms. fierce it is! thanks for the compliment and the follow, sam! ^_^
March 14, 2009 at 9:54 AM
Joy said…
I've been thinking about a handle and haven't come up with a good one yet. I've been following your blog quite a while but got behind reading it because I thought I had it on my blog list but messed up. (out of sight, out of mind - I wondered where it was - what a flake!)

Help me, David and Sam! We call me Bernice for that character on Designing Women, but that doesn't seem too good. David and Dan call me Auntie Flame, but is that too long? What about Skyflake?
March 14, 2009 at 11:40 AM
Sam said…
Joy after thinking about this long and, hard. How about Burntknee's?hehe
March 14, 2009 at 11:45 AM
kim said…
Got my email from you today :) Can my handle be Miles? it's shortened from Miles2go which is an old forum nickname that means a lot to me...
March 14, 2009 at 12:09 PM
Joy said…
My Burntknees days are long gone, but for the memories, why not? LOL Now it's more like Lockjaw.
March 14, 2009 at 9:38 PM
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