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What the hell is wrong with you?
Mom, I told you to stop emailing me. You're not a bad mother.
No, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
I dunno. I think humor can be found in pretty much any situation. I don't really believe
anything is too sacred to not make fun of.
Why did you start this site?
I needed something to do at work. I also had a bunch of kick-ass ideas that were
going to waste just percolating around in my head and shit. And then I decided I
wanted to be a published writer but not have to deal with getting rejected by bullshit
literary magazines that have a circulation of 12.
Your article about X topic was stupid.
Oh yeah? Well, you're the one who took the time to read it and email me, sucker!
Can I advertise on your site?
Please God, yes! Yes! Yes! But only cool shit. And I'm not changing anything for
you. And no pop-ups! But to be honest with you, I wouldn't advertise on my site if I
were you. Most of my fan base is either too smart or too broke to buy crap over the
Internet.
Please good sir, I know we have never met before but I believe you to be a
trustworthy and competent individual. I represent the deposed royal family of
Zimbabwe, and we need your help to get $30 million US out of the country.
Sweet! When's the deal going down?
You told me to do X thing and now the cops are after me. What should I do?
Fuck off, do I look like an attorney to you?
Can you write an article about X topic?
Hell yeah! Can you write me a big fat check that won't bounce? If so, then holla at
me!
Mom, I told you to stop emailing me. You're not a bad mother.
No, seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?
I dunno. I think humor can be found in pretty much any situation. I don't really believe
anything is too sacred to not make fun of.
Why did you start this site?
I needed something to do at work. I also had a bunch of kick-ass ideas that were
going to waste just percolating around in my head and shit. And then I decided I
wanted to be a published writer but not have to deal with getting rejected by bullshit
literary magazines that have a circulation of 12.
Your article about X topic was stupid.
Oh yeah? Well, you're the one who took the time to read it and email me, sucker!
Can I advertise on your site?
Please God, yes! Yes! Yes! But only cool shit. And I'm not changing anything for
you. And no pop-ups! But to be honest with you, I wouldn't advertise on my site if I
were you. Most of my fan base is either too smart or too broke to buy crap over the
Internet.
Please good sir, I know we have never met before but I believe you to be a
trustworthy and competent individual. I represent the deposed royal family of
Zimbabwe, and we need your help to get $30 million US out of the country.
Sweet! When's the deal going down?
You told me to do X thing and now the cops are after me. What should I do?
Fuck off, do I look like an attorney to you?
Can you write an article about X topic?
Hell yeah! Can you write me a big fat check that won't bounce? If so, then holla at
me!