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I have something vitally important to say

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This is my 301st post!

Par-tay.

You're all invited to the party.  Feel free to COME and leave me brilliantly witty comments.  I'll bring snacks - do virtual M&Ms count?  What if they are virtual M&Ms that have MY FACE on them?

(Of course these virtual snacks will have to also have to be imaginary, seeing as I'm not actually going to bringing anything to my non-actual party.)

But I still expect brilliantly witty comments.

And possibly 6,000 more loyal blog followers.

Is that really too much to ask for?!  Absolutely not.

Also, did you notice how my last two posts were sponsored?  This blog is officially MONETIZED. 

The stupid banner ads I've had on here for years?  Yeah, they totally don't count.  Banner ads never count.  Banner ads are LAME-o.

Sponsored posts?  THE. WAY. TO. GO.  Seriously. 

So, you wanna know how I did it?  With this:


Broadcast Bloggers JUST OPENED.  Well, ok, their official launch is on June 1st, so technically you're all invited to sneak in the back door with me instead of waiting in line out front with your pitched tent and butane stove.  (But don't worry, I have the key to the back door, so we're allowed in.)

So yeah.  Sign up for a free account and use my sponsor ID (that would be that back door key we were talking about): 1068005 and you can start blogging the second all the jobs are posted in on the board (which should be ANY TIME now.)  FYI: you make at least $63 per post, or as much as $300....for one post.....yeah, it's awesome.

But, whatever you do, don't forget to leave me those brilliantly witty comments.  I'M WAITING..... 

Comments

Kristina P. said…
Happy 301!! You don't look a day over 299.
12.5.11
LisAway said…
I am feeling alarmingly unwitty. I apologize. Sincerely. And I congratulate you even MORE sincerely!! And I'm still trying to figure out whether or not I want to jump on this bandwagon... (but if I do I'll use your secret code, not MMB, don't worry!)
12.5.11
Barbaloot said…
Congrats on 301! Do virtual m&ms give you virtual calories. Cuz I'm trying to lose my virtual weight right now.
14.5.11
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