Some of you may be surprised to learn that running a website can be quite difficult at times. For example, every morning I have to remember how to wake up. Then I have to somehow figure out a way to transport myself from my home to the lovely Something Awful corporate offices in majestic Pleasant Hill, Missouri. The subsequent eight hours of my day involve interacting with electronic devices in various ways, thereby resulting in a wide range of results.
However, none of these seemingly impossible tasks compare to the critical goal of generating a reliable stream of income to sustain the site. We've experimented with various methods, from unique (paid forum accounts) to conventional (serving thousands of ads which infect your computers with viruses and Flash pornography of elderly women wrestling with mason jars).
Yet none of these have succeeded. Our readers use plugins and software to block our ads. And hardly anybody has bothered registering a forum account since somebody discovered the much cheaper and convenient alternative of dropping a cinder block on your own testicles.
Given our dire situation, I had no choice but to solicit advertisers with the promise of highly visible front page video ads. Unfortunately our reputation proceeded us, making it impossible for us to partner with any wealthy, popular companies. We had to instead settle on a handful of lesser known corporations and products, a majority of which paid us in Amazon cosmetic department gift certificates. So without further ado, let me fulfill my legal contract and introduce four of our newest advertisers. May god have mercy on my soul.
The 2009 Flour and Grain Expo
Hooray! It's Salad!
The Internet School for Online Education
I feel dirty.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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