I understand that the point of NaBlo is to make you sit down and write something every day to kick start the habit of creativity but for fuck’s sake, I don’t need any help, I write every day as it is, I SPENT THE WHOLE DAY WRITING, MOTHERFUCKER, AAAARRRRGH.
Naturally, I can’t post what I’ve written since it’s for the book. Which sucks, because I’d really like some feedback. I spent a good fifteen minutes this afternoon wondering what billionaires do to prepare for the coming of their fifth child. I know. It’s agony, being me. Want to know what I came up with?
“Engrave the pony.”
That’s right, there you go. Sneak preview.
Brillant!!
nice. new moto. engrave the pony.
It's going to be hard to deal with the next month when you are not posting all the time.
Engrave the pony. This book is going to rule. Also, make you tons of money, I hope.
Yes, it will. You know why? Gifts to new parents. That's (I hope) $100,000 in your pocket right there. Well, there's the problem of the other person you are writing the book with. No, I predict you will each get $100,000 because of the million gifters. That's not even counting the non-gifter self-purchasers.
But people suck. If the world works as it should, then this is how it will be. But I can't promise people won't be stupid. Sometimes they aren't though. Look at Al Franken.
YOU ARE NOT LIVING UP TO THE LOFTY GOALS OF NABLOPOMO AND YOU SHALL BE PUNISHED!
Kidding. Good luck writing today.
i came here as quick as i could to see who will throw up a joke about branding.
I hope they use the custom-made branding iron to make that monogram PERMANENT!
I might have gone with "clone the nanny".
Here's my feedback: VERY funny.
Depending on the presentation, the silver spoon makes giving birth to a baby billionaire particularly challenging.
Depending on the presentation, the silver spoon makes giving birth to a baby billionaire particularly challenging.
I was sort of hoping that 'brand the pony' might be some kind of euphemism, but then I found myself feeling more than a little bit relieved that it wasn't.
We're poor, so to prepare for our second (and last) child we just shaved our son's name into our dog's back.