kelly O

Whenever someone is swinging a beer stein around, all yo-ho-ho-and-a-bottle-of-rum style, my mind automatically and uncontrollably starts writing limericks. Because of this, I hereby declare this week's column A CONTEST. Whoever writes the best five-line rhymer for this photo wins one pair of maximum-absorbency Depend undergarments AND gets to pick the bar where I go to find the next Drunk of the Week. Post your entry here, Seattle's number one place for poetry. recommended