Here are the rules.
The Bet
The bet is to see who can score the lowest rating on hotornot.com. The pic had to be of our own face. We could use props but no tweaking with photoshop. They had to be handed in to Adam by midnight on 17th of January to be uploaded (neither of us know the url so we can't tamper with the votes). The bet ends on the 1st of February.
If any of the pics are turned down by hotornot then that person loses instantly (if they're both rejected then we both do the forfeit).
The Forfeit
The loser must let the winner send text messages from his mobile phone to any of his contacts. The amount of texts will be determined by the amount of points difference between the two scores (with a minimum of two texts).
I'll post the text messages and the replies received.
The Pics (click to enlarge)
I'll update whenever Adam lets me know the scores. --------------------------------
*UPDATE 1* (27/01/10) - Damn my good looks. I'm a 9.8. Nine point bastard eight! The Carr hasn't even had enough votes to get a rating yet. Sometimes being this gorgeous is a curse.
The Results
So the results are in. Final score was a 9.9 for Mike "Donkey Balls" B and 9.6 for Matthew "Arsehole so slack I swallow bar stools whole" Carr. So I'm officially more handsome. We all knew it was inevitable. I celebrated by touching Mrs Carrs bush.
The Forfeit
Matthew kept putting off sending the texts from my phone because he's such a spineless wanker. If I'd won his mother would have been flicking her bean the same day to the photos I sent of my wang. He eventually asked my parents to describe what happened, in detail, the night I was conceived. My dad called straight away to say "I can't remember son, I'm 60. I've had loads of sex since then". Legend. My old lady wasn't so amused. She thought I was referring to a rumour that I started years ago that my dads brother was my real dad. She didn't speak to me for a while but eventually got bored of me not giving a shit and forgave me.
The Score
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