I hereby nominate Giraffe for Time magazine’s Man of the Year.
I second that! And if we want a version of the shirt that’s suitable for wearing to church, we could have an illustration of a giraffe sticking its head in a toilet bowl…
Giraffe, you are truly a crazy, brilliant man 
Ah! I though you were going to wait until Friday! Oh well.
That’s wonderful. I’m rather sorry to hear both baggies were completely reliable. HAPPY! I meant happy.
As for the photos … 11 megs is an awful lot. There isn’t a way you can cut’em down to JPEGs to send them, is there? Or is that already in JPEG format? If nothing else, you can try to send the stuff to me in 1-meg increments. Hopefully that won’t jam up the whole Internet.
My e-mail is under my post.
I have never been quite so full of pride and joy at an accomplishment of a fellow Doper. Giraffe, you have stared into the steely eyes of Fate and History, spat in their general direction, and loudly declared “Who’s next?”.
You, sir, have earned vast amounts of honor and respect.
Although it’s bound to wear off so you should probably dunk a couple of chicken wings in your toilet this weekend.
Yeah, and forget those sissy bags this time.
I missed it all because of my stupid dead cable modem 
Giraffe you have forever earned my respect as a man among men.
I dont know about anyone else, but this screams “TV Movie of the Week” to me… Mullinator and Giraffe, you guys should probably get your movie rights contract in order now.
Giraffe, I look up to you buddy!
What, no pita bread?
Bah, you should have just put pickles in the bag possibly with Cheerios. That way you couldn’t tell if the urine smell was from the cereal or if the juice was urine. You would only have needed to eat the pickles.
OK, to clarify – I have a dozen 4 megapixel photos in jpeg format which tell the whole story, 11 megs in total. I’ll pick out two or three that are the best t-shirt candidates and email them to you. I’ll also convert all 12 down to a resolution reasonable for putting on a web page and email those to Mullinator, for public display.
To everyone who has congratulated me on this important endeavor: thank you. Feel free to volunteer for next year’s challenge.
Mullinator, it is without hyperbole that I say: I couldn’t have done it without you. 
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I knew it – sandwiches were just a gateway to the hard stuff. In a year, I’ll be slumped in the corner of some filthy Texaco restroom, dipping old french fries in the toilet and eating them and I won’t even remember how I got started…
Well, unless I happen to be wearing my t-shirt, that is.
Which, undoubtedly, will have been dipped in urine before wearing?
Oh, dear God. I hope it doesn’t come to that, Giraffe.
I salute you, and drink a 32 ounce mug o water in your name. So in about a half hour, if anyone else is up to a challenge, well, I’m your gal!
I can’t wait to see what goes on the shirt.
AHA! We have a volunteer for next year’s challenge!
And, well, what is the challenge called? We haven’t come up with anything for certain yet. Is it Giraffe’s Challenge, or Mully’s Challenge or what?
Now we have pics. Pics are good. I chose a couple and have run them through Photoshop. Mullinator and I should figure out what we want to do exactly with this before I start my shirt inqueries.
You know, I’m not sure what’s worse: Seeing the sandwitches in the toilet or Giraffe’s shirt.
I meant for the urine, Gorgon.
Good Lord, I haven’t accidentally set myself up for something heinous, have I???
Well done Giraffe you have made a fellow San Joseian proud!
well, kinda…
Bwa-Ha-Ha!!!
Just sign on the dotted line in your own blood and everything will be juuuuuuust fine.
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