Reader Email:

Hey Jenna,

Ok so here is my deal! I am running the Boston Marathon as a member of the Children’s Hospital Miles for Miracles charity team. I need to raise $4,000-if I don’t raise the money-I have to pay it myself-which I can’t do considering I am a broke ass grad student who spends any money I have on beers and clothes. To raise some money I am throwing a fundraising party/drunken event on January *** at the **************. I am going to have a raffle-but in order to get my drunk friends to spend a lot of money-I need good raffle prizes.  Any way you could help out with this?? Any suggestions on how to get some good raffle items?

Thanks!

My Response:

hahah i have no clue how to help you. i think i have a nintendo 64 lying around? thats about it.

Reader Response:

haha uhhh no thanks-all set with that nintendo 64.


Am I taking crazy pills?  Who the fuck turns down a Nintendo 64?  I don’t know this person, I have no idea what they were expecting me to say to that email.  ”Oh yeah, let me throw your party and blog the shit out of it and toss in some tickets to Cancun to help you raise money for the marathon.”  Hell no.  It’s your own damn fault for signing up for that running garbage, I mean yeah it’s a cool thing to check off your bucket list but you’re the one who signed up to piss and shit your pants and feel like your dying for the next 4 hours or so, not me.  Sounds fanfuckingtastic, hope you have a great time.  I’ll watch from the sidelines like the rest of Boston when we get the day off and get hammerdrunk and yell obscenities at you for being an idiot.  Fuck that noise.  It’s not my problem you bit off more than you could chew with raising 4k in the next 3 months and you’re looking to me to help you.  Even when I offer you probably the sickest prize ever you tell me you’re “all set.”  Bitch!  I’ve been holding onto that thing  brainstorming for months for the perfect way I could put it on the blog and give it away as a prize.  And here I am being the selfless do-gooder that I am trying to help a sista out with a raffle prize and you’re all fucking set.  Whatever, that’s the last time I try to help anybody.  Now I’m never going to give it away.

P.S. Have fun getting your ass whipped by the Kenyans.  I hope one of them takes a running shit in your face.