Goodbye fellow bloggers

Hello!


Good day people, hope you're all having a wonderful day.


So this morning it was six o'clock in the morning and inspiration was coming out of my ass. I wrote a poem on my Itouch and e-mail it to myself to correct it and safe guarded. Why? Because I'm sure it's just a matter of time before some rich guy on the Internet is going to approach me and offer me the deal of a lifetime. Selling out!


Don't think that I don't have this type of dreams, that I'm a saint and will never sell out. Trust me, if the right deal comes along I would be selling hamburgers faster than you can say your mama. Imagine, some extravagant rich guy comes along and tells me that he's willing to offer me a job writing for his magazine. I would then tell him that I have a blog and that I probably didn't have the time to do it. He would get insulted and tell me that he would buy my blog off for $1 million dollars. $1 million dollars?!? I would be insulted! Anybody can make $1 million dollars in our days. I would turn him down and tell him that my blog is worth more than that, that my readers mean everything to me. He would then offer me the magic deal: $5 million dollars for your blog and a $250,000 dollars a year job writing for his Magazine!


Holy frijoles Batman!!! Yes, I would become gay for you. You tell me drop your pants and I will ask what time and where. For that type of money I would tell him what he wants to hear.


- "But Chuck what would happen to the blog? What would happen to us?"


Stop being a crybaby, I tell you what would happen to the blog, I would use a nom de plume. This way I will not lose any loos...er...readers and could probably sell out again in a future date. I would use the name Ryan Goldman Gomez and I would title my blog "life after Chuck". I'm not just a pretty face guys, I think about these things night and day. There is such thing as a proper way of selling out without selling out. I will probably write a blog about it and make more money.


In the meantime, I'm still waiting for Mr. or Mrs. right to come along and buy me off.



Think happy thoughts!