I have an idea. For this idea to work I need at least 23 bloggers to help me. Why 23? Because I said so! Really though, mathematically it makes sense to have at least 23 bloggers do this. Anything smaller than that number and the possibility of success is drastically reduced.
I need 23 (or more) bloggers to work painstakingly for a good hour or so. I promise, that time spent will make you rich beyond your wildest dreams. When I say rich, I mean you will pocket at least $1.50. That is a guaranteed $1.50. No shit! If you’re not shitting your pants with excitement already, just wait until I tell you what it is my idea is. Unfortunately, I can’t tell you here. I need you to email me at
Scarybooster@gmail.com with the subject title: “I’m in!”
With your blind faith in me, I will tell you how you WILL achieve glory, pride and $1.50.
As an ex-blogger myself I know what you’re thinking, “Why should I email him? Damn, I don’t have time for this? Man, I’m too lazy to do this. Fuck! Scary is crazy!!”
After I loosely closed down the chapter in my blogging career, I received hundreds of emails. It warmed my heart to see the MMO community would miss me so much. And I really didn’t realize I needed penis enlargement pills that bad.
So I ask all you bloggers to do me one last favor, email me. You won’t regret it. You might, but I’m not a fortuneteller. If you ever had the urge to do something profound in your life and you didn’t, this is your chance to make it up to yourself.
To recap:
1. I need 23 bloggers to email me. Don’t expect 23 other people to email me, YOU need to!
2. My email is: scarybooster@gmail.com
3. I will send you details after the new year if I get 23 bloggers and the world doesn’t explode on the 21st.
4. $1.50
5. Has nothing to do with my penis.
6. You may or may not become famous depending on you.
7. Bears recycle their urine to keep themselves hydrated during hibernation. Scientists are looking at ways to use this on humans for space travel.
8. This is the one time you will not be a lazy douchebag
9. Guarantee is a really hard word to spell. So is diarrhea.
10. Please spread the word because if this fails I will become depressed over the holidays. I will then know the people in my spam folder are not really my friends. Please help my shattered ego. I selflessly quit blogging to help all you guys get more hits on your blogs. You can thank me by emailing me… NOW!
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If you fuck me on the $1.50 I’ll be pissed.
I promise, I’ve never had sex with anybody with a $1.50 on the table. I think the change would hurt pressing on a pelvis.
I read the title and I’m thinking this is a cross between Gay Pride, Glory Hole, and turning tricks…just saying
Hey, did you ever get 23 of us suckers to join in on this?
Nope only got 15.
Going to try again? Or can you tell us what it was going to be all about?
I realized the idea was dumb anyways. What was I thinking a bunch of bloggers would gather together to do something fun that might not benefit their blog? The whole community of laziness complainers drove me away.
15 great bloggers did volunteer blindly tho. I knew they were all great people and I appreciate them. Looking back at my idea I drew up only works if people are committed to a friendship and can be counted on to stick their neck out for their fellow writers. I needed 23 to make the idea of community spring to life. 15 is great and all, but the diversity needed to be greater to succeed. Without it, it’s just a stupid idea.
That sucks. I bet the idea was just fine and was looking forward to finding out what I had volunteered myself for. Maybe just didn’t get enough traction? We had a lot of bloggers disappear in the past few months, but a bunch of new ones sprang up. Maybe it just wasn’t the right time.
Anyway, I assume if you try it again you’ll rope Rivs into it so I’ll keep an eye out there and here for any news.