I used to give platelets every three weeks or so downtown at the American Red Cross until I got put on the deferred list for a BS reason. I claimed to do it to save the lives of two or three people, but I also did it for the smug self-satisfaction that comes from doing something that most people won't attempt.
Mainly, I did it for the Little Debbies.
Two hours in a bed under an electric blanket hooked up like a character from Coma was worth it, knowing that Little Debbie Donut Sticks and Swiss Cake Rolls were waiting on the other side.
But times change and I no longer give platelets and Little Debbie is looking for a new face to grace the side of her cartons of caloric delight. If you know a little girl age 4-8, or God forbid you are a little girl age 4-8 and people think you look like Little Debbie, you could win a $5,000 scholarship and become semi-famous as the new visage of Little Debbie as they celebrate their 50th anniversary.
Fifty semi-finalists will receive a case of snack cakes as a prize, and then ten finalists will be flown to Atlanta from the nearest AirTran city (which would be, er, ... Atlanta) for final inspection by the current Little Debbie. I imagine that she's a Big Debbie by now.
You have until Jan. 20 to enter. If you win, you don't have to split the money with me. Just throw me a couple of them there Swiss Cake Rolls.
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