Pulitzer Prize Winner, Frankie, you are not.

Frankie, It’s 2009 and the winners of the 2009 Pulitzer Prizes have been released.  I do not see your name there.  It is quite noticably absent from this year and past years.  The bet was that if you won the prize, you get to have sex with me.  Sorry Frankie.  You have not won, and I hope you will never win. (Harsh, I know, but it means a lot to me.)  Another year, my anus is safe.  Another year, I get to live in peace.  Another year, you get to dream of what it would be like to have hot, gay sex with a straight, engaged man.  Frankie, I love you, but I don’t think I love you enough to make love to you.