Thought I'd do another slogan contest. Rules are basically the same as the past two years- propose a slogan or saying relating to any aspect of fencing, and if I choose to make a design using that slogan, you win one product (your choice of any one product in my CafePress store under $8) with that design on it!
Yes, the prize is lower than last year, but sales haven't been so good, so I don't have the money for the better prize. There's still lots of cool stuff you can get for $8, such as postcards, stickers, magnets, buttons, and more.
Ending date of contest: TBA
Number of winners is potentially unlimited.
Winners will be notified by post on this thread and by PM (to get shipping information. This contest is not limited to the USA; I can ship the prize worldwide).
__________________ In Flanders fields the poppies grow - Between the crosses, row on row, - That mark our place, and in the sky, - The larks, still bravely singing, fly, - Scarce heard amid the guns below. ~John McCrae
I had this made for a Vet event I was fencing in. The font was much larger than I wanted. The guy making it, just did not get it. I also thought it might be nice to split the proverb from the front of the shirt to the back. I also thought it might be better like this: An old tiger.....is still a tiger.
On a non-related note: My wife tells me that there is nothing more sexy than a man doing dishes. You don't think she is "playing" me do you? ; )
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Anything worth doing is worth doing to obsession.
On a non-related note: My wife tells me that there is nothing more sexy than a man doing dishes. You don't think she is "playing" me do you? ; )
Oh no, she's right. Men doing dishes is very sexy indeed. Plus, if the woman doesn't get tired out from doing dishes, she has more energy for the bedroom.
Foil: The Flicky End Goes Into The Other Fencer, But Only Within A Specific Area, Otherwise It Doesn't Count And You Have To Start Over And Try Again. Also, You Have To Make It Look Pretty Enough To Impress An Impartial Stationary Third-Person Observer. If You Are Not Pretty Enough, The Other Fencer Can Put His Flicky End Into You And Still Get A Point Even If You Put Your Flicky End Into Him First.
Sabre: The Slashy End Whacks The Other Fencer. Standard Foil Disclaimers May Apply, But Differently.
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Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
__________________ In Flanders fields the poppies grow - Between the crosses, row on row, - That mark our place, and in the sky, - The larks, still bravely singing, fly, - Scarce heard amid the guns below. ~John McCrae
__________________ When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
OUR Women Sabre Fencers can beat up YOUR women sabre fencers.
__________________ When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
For the pic insert a silhouette of a happy fencer jumping amazingly high with joy.
Text: "It's comforting to know that no matter what you do in life, it will never feel as awesome as this."
(Note the drop caps on the orig pic text.)
__________________ When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
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Show silhouette of a midblade piercing through a mask. The thin whippy part of the blade, whatever that's called, spinning broken through the air.
Text reads: "If you can't die playing it, it's not a sport."
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__________________ When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
"Life without fencing is like a broken eepe-- Pointless" - FoIbLeS
__________________ When some wild-eyed, eight-foot-tall maniac grabs your neck, taps the back of your favorite head up against the barroom wall, and he looks you crooked in the eye and he asks you if ya paid your dues, you just stare that big sucker right back in the eye, and you remember what ol' Jack Burton always says at a time like that: "Have ya paid your dues, Jack?" "Yessir, the check is in the mail."
Foil: The Flicky End Goes Into The Other Fencer, But Only Within A Specific Area, Otherwise It Doesn't Count And You Have To Start Over And Try Again. Also, You Have To Make It Look Pretty Enough To Impress An Impartial Stationary Third-Person Observer. If You Are Not Pretty Enough, The Other Fencer Can Put His Flicky End Into You And Still Get A Point Even If You Put Your Flicky End Into Him First.
I'm sorry, but the way this is worded seems really dirty...
__________________ When love bites, be sure to bite back.
Rule #1 She who hesitates has lost.
Rule #2 Don't trick yourself into thinking you suck.
Rule #3 Remember, bad footwork makes coach cry.
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