It’s time yet again.
You know the people that pay to be my advertisers? Today we collectively shove our middle fingers up their right nostrils!
I had to choose a nostril to end that last sentence, and “right” was definitely the correct nostril. If I would have chosen “left” you could have called my sanity into question. I know this doesn’t make sense but you are silently nodding your head.
Let’s all promote each other’s crap! Today and for the next twenty-four hours I’m going to let you pimp your blogs. And if you don’t have a blog, then pimp someone else’s that you read. You do this via the comments.
But…
I always make you do something for it. SOMETHING INCREDIBLE.
Yes, get ready for greatness! You are about to engage something never done before in your life. You’re going to answer this damned question.
My friends would be shocked to know I ___________.
That, my friends, is the cost of admission. You must put this in your comment or else I get all delete-sy on you.
The other thing you must do is click a link on an advertiser link on the right. They pay good money to be there, and remember, they’re the reason this site can keep going. Find a blog over there that makes you feel all tingly from the description and make a click. Then make your way to the medicine cabinet and hit the heart medicine. You shouldn’t be feeling tingly reading a sentence about a blog.
So, to reiterate…
- When you click to comment, tell us what is shocking about you.
- Put a link to your blog and tell us what it’s about. (I refuse to allow promotion of blogs that discuss hyena poaching. That shit is intolerable, yo. Other poaching is fine.)
- Click one of the advertiser links over yonder ——–>
I’m going to go first.
My friends would be shocked to know I spend approximately an hour each week dancing in my bathroom with the lights off and the door closed.
I wish this weren’t true. But it is.
And now it’s your turn.
As always, to end this post here’s a photo of Wil Wheaton for no discernible reason.
