Fuck. So I got something in the mail yesterday—official-looking envelope, addressed to me by my full legal name at my home. I open it, and guess what?
I’ve been “selected” by National American Miss to try out for the Miss Oregon pageant.
Yeah.
It came with a personalized entry code and everything.
Naturally, I asked Annie if she signed me up. She lost it laughing and swore she wished she had. Real encouraging.
Now today, she won’t stop teasing me. “Are you ready for the swimsuit contest, Miss Zeek?” “Time to get my beauty pageant bitch ready!” It’s nonstop.
The kicker? I don’t even qualify. One of the pageant rules? Age range is 4 to 39.
Which is fucking weird… and also means I’m out. No matter how much I try to squeeze into the bikini.
hahaha man you should still tryout. lie about your age or use fake id.
Right duckie. My age is the only thing holding me back from my dream!
Damn looks like I’m out too. Best update the bucket list and remove that one.
Yeah, I’ll never forget the day I discovered I got too old to win a beauty pageant.
Next Conclave: Zeek is required to provide his Miss Oregon tryout photos for rating!
Careful what you ask for— a pageant has more than one contestant – how’s your swimsuit pose?
I agree with duckie zeke 😆.
Think I should shave first?
I think you’d make it all the way. I’ll have to talk to Annie about this – what a wonderful idea for a future Adventure.
Thank you Mizz Geena. Maybe not though?…