Some More Drunken Stuff
Recently, I was at Redneck Diva's place and read that she was refraining from saying "fuck" or a derivative of fuck due to being "good" and advertisers frowning on the extensive usage of Fuck, fucking, and fucktard. Or something like that. Did you know that Google spell check toolbar recognizes "Fuck" and "fucking" but not "fucktard" as words? Or "toolbar"? It is odd, and yes I am still drunk. (See previous post)
So, back to Redneck Diva... I thought about advertising and blogging and self-censorship and said, "Self, I know that you are a whore, so why not whore out to advertisers on your blog. Even Eliza said that you were a whore at the altar, and of course with three marriages to date she was right, but why not the money (paltry) from advertising?" I thought long and hard about it, thought about penises, because, duh, long and hard! but I decided something important for me. Something that I had been getting around to with the blogging about my father and the dying. When I revised my template to the NEW and GREAT one that it currently boasts, I removed my Site Meter. Not on purpose, mind you. Just an oversight. But when I realized it, I did not take the time to put it back on my blog. It was the first step to just not caring about the traffic. Don't get me wrong, I am a comment whore. I love my frequent commenters and get all warm and fuzzy when they visit. But I need to blog because it serves a purpose for me. I get to vent, I get to save my thoughts and feelings for the future, and I get to write. I like to write. Not in the "I want to be a writer when I grow up" way but just in a soothing, creative sort of manner. Damn, I need to end this paragraph.
Did I make my point? No, I guess I didn't. I won't have advertisers on this blog unless they pay me A LOT. Two things to notice there. First, "A lot" is two fucking words, people. Not one. NEVER ONE WORD. Also, I am a whore. But a very expensive whore. So I won't put out for a lunch date or a dinner here and there. You pay me a LOT and I will do whatever you ask. Well, I will probably cheat and have another blog where I say "fuck" all day long. Because that is my mission in life.
My name is Sam. And I say "fuck." A lot.
So, back to Redneck Diva... I thought about advertising and blogging and self-censorship and said, "Self, I know that you are a whore, so why not whore out to advertisers on your blog. Even Eliza said that you were a whore at the altar, and of course with three marriages to date she was right, but why not the money (paltry) from advertising?" I thought long and hard about it, thought about penises, because, duh, long and hard! but I decided something important for me. Something that I had been getting around to with the blogging about my father and the dying. When I revised my template to the NEW and GREAT one that it currently boasts, I removed my Site Meter. Not on purpose, mind you. Just an oversight. But when I realized it, I did not take the time to put it back on my blog. It was the first step to just not caring about the traffic. Don't get me wrong, I am a comment whore. I love my frequent commenters and get all warm and fuzzy when they visit. But I need to blog because it serves a purpose for me. I get to vent, I get to save my thoughts and feelings for the future, and I get to write. I like to write. Not in the "I want to be a writer when I grow up" way but just in a soothing, creative sort of manner. Damn, I need to end this paragraph.
Did I make my point? No, I guess I didn't. I won't have advertisers on this blog unless they pay me A LOT. Two things to notice there. First, "A lot" is two fucking words, people. Not one. NEVER ONE WORD. Also, I am a whore. But a very expensive whore. So I won't put out for a lunch date or a dinner here and there. You pay me a LOT and I will do whatever you ask. Well, I will probably cheat and have another blog where I say "fuck" all day long. Because that is my mission in life.
My name is Sam. And I say "fuck." A lot.
posted by Sam at
11:33 PM
7 Comments:
FFS Sam, I didn't say you were "a whore at the altar!" I called you a whore, repeatedly, AND said that you couldn't say no. In the bedroom OR at the altar. Much funnier the way I tell it. Whore.
My sister said, "You can't NOT say fuck anymore! You're Redneck Diva, dammit, and Redneck Diva says a lot of fuck!"
But Redneck Diva is also trying to make enough money to pay her bills because she's about to quit her job and take a very unpaid internship and if selling out and cutting back on the fucking is required, then so be it. I will tell you this, though - when I publish my book you can guaranfuckingdamntee that there will be lots of fuck, fucking, fucktard, fuckadocious and fuckaluck. Because it'll be MY book and I'm Redneck Diva, bitch!
I love you drunk. Someday will you come to Oklahoma and we'll drunk blog together? Hell, someday I'll come to Cali and we'll say fuck together, too. A lot. Or alot. However your roll. But if you roll "alot" you're stupid, I agree.
Oh Sam, I fucking love you! Especially when you're drunk and there's no holding back.
Reg. whoreness:
what's worse: three marriages or sleeping with 6 different guys, 5 days in a row (two on 1 day).
Discuss...
How's the study coming along??
here i am feeding your comment whoreness...
peace...
Censored or uncensored, you'd still have my attention.
Ya drunken whore.
Heh heh.
I come here for my weekly dose of fuck...I dont know what I would do if you became fuck free.
I would never want a fuck free Sam... To me the word Fuck & Sam go hand in hand. I hope your doing alright.
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