The following is a post by the famous author Cheezmunky, who threatened to personally deliver me bags of dogshit if I didn’t publish it, thus leaving me no choice.
Well, actually, that’s bollocks, he doesn’t know where I live, so I could have told him to go fuck himself, but I’m a lady, and I don’t say shit like that.
Anyway, I will eventually (probably) write a post explaining who the hell Cheezmunky is, but not now, because I need to go and blog about how much of a steaming pile of crap American Idol is.
For the time being, all you need to know about him is that he’s a strange creature who, like me, haunts the IMDb Idol board, and because I like weirdos, he became an online buddy of mine.
And he can also write.
So ladies and gentlemen, I bring you: A POST BY CHEEZMUNKY!!!
Yep. I finagled my way onto a website that looks like someone spent some time on it. I’ve never been motivated to “sign up for a free blog” and “design the layout” and “self-promote.” I like to write about random topics but starting them is always a hard thing for me to do. I do better at comments. And sure, I’ve posted outstandingly hilarious comments here and there across the web, but there’s no money in being an “internet commentator.” Everybody comments on the internet. But there’s no profession for it. That’s the job that I want! Professional Bloggentator. You post your blogs and then someone, perhaps a competing blogger, pays me to comment on your blog and prove your blog to be false and inferior to my employer’s blog. The first blog entry to receive this treatment might possibly be titled “Man Gets Paid to Comment on Blogs.” I’d rip that one a new one.
There’s also no money in what I’m doing right now. I’m just doing this for the hell of it. And speaking of hell, the love of money is the root of all evil. Root down and get it. Peace and love.
P.B. And Jesus will knock over ATM’s if they ever put them inside churches. He has a history of doing that.
P.P.B. “P.B.” stands for Post Blog. I’m not writing a script so I see no point in using “P.S.”
(OK, salomey. There’s some shit to put on your blog. Oh wait… I fucking forgot to swear like you suggested….uhhh, lets see…. Fuck it. Its already typed. Fuck it.)