Please... Tell a Friend

Okay, another bleg. Do I ever stop?

No. I don't stop. I started this blog to 1) rant and 2) whine for favors and money, and damnit, you gotta dance with the girl that brung ya.

So, here's the deal.

Never in my life did I imagine I had a shot at actually passing Andrew Sullivan in traffic. He used to get huge traffic (or "yoooge," as Donald Trump might say), somewhere around 80,000-90,000+ unique visitors a day.

He's down to 41,000 and change.

Now, my paltry 6,200 per day isn't really close to that... and I've been stuck in this range for a while.

But... where it was once unthinkable, it's now, um, thinkable. If I could just double my audience, and Sullivan could continue to hemorrhage traffic...

So, hey, if you find a funny link here, email it to a friend and tell them they should check in periodically.

This isn't about me. Well, of course it is. That thing I just said about this not being about me? Total f'n' lie. Not sure why I even tried to slip that weak shit past you.

But it's also about humilitating this Shrill Shill. You want him filled with heart-ache and in dispair? Let an admitted moron and hack pass him in traffic.

Make a boy's dream come true. Help me drive the final nail in this Shrieking Violet's coffin.

I want this more than I wanted Kim Richards and Justine Bateman combined. I'm that serious.

posted by Ace at 12:28 PM

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