UPDATE:
The tale of emaciated fowl struck a cord here. Baz, for your heartwarming resolution to be more sharing and caring, the prize goes to you.
2010, a new year and the start of a new decade. Like so many of us we here at ChoiceCuts HQ have all made our own new year resolutions (and broken most of them already). One resolution we are adamant that we are going to stick to is our intention to be more giving. So our first competition of the year is this:
What is your most ridiculous, rigid, out-landish, humble or hilarious new year resolution?
Add it to the comments below and the best, as picked by us, will receive a goodie bag of music sure to raise your spirits during these dark and cold days.
9 Comments
Moo-ne
January 7, 2010 @ 4:47 pm
I want to be the first person to rugby tackle the pope, em hang on…
Louise McKenna
January 7, 2010 @ 5:36 pm
I promised myself I wouldn’t crash my car this year. I crashed my car yesterday in Churchtown.
Donal
January 7, 2010 @ 5:53 pm
I’m trying to add less comments to websites
Tim
January 7, 2010 @ 5:59 pm
i’m trying my best to not moan about how shit Ireland is this year
Laul
January 7, 2010 @ 6:36 pm
I’m cutting down on mcdonalds and getting rid of my time wasting facebook account! :s
Fruitman
January 7, 2010 @ 8:46 pm
i want to smoke more fags, drink more beer, loose more hair, gain more weight, excercise less, sleep more, eat more fatty foods, socialize less, stop buying records and stick to spotify, give up sex, moan more and talk less, watch more films, eat more processed food, rob more stuff, not have any fun at all and loose all my friends while twittering about it all on facebook
Jenny
January 8, 2010 @ 2:08 pm
im gonna come back to this site more and download the freebies..you guys need to have them easier to see where they are..sheesh!
will o'b
January 8, 2010 @ 2:13 pm
i want to shag Iris Robinson for 50,000 Sterling and then fuck off to Spain for the rest of the year and get out of this hole of a country
Baz
January 8, 2010 @ 7:38 pm
I’ve pledged to stop feeding the wild cats with the big bellies on my road and instead share my T-bone and vegetable scraps with the poor pigeons who’s ribs you can make out from the far end of the street.