The Flaming Tamale
Few would have guessed that PayPerPost - the guys who allow us little bloggers to get paid for blogging - would have become such a huge success story in just a couple of months. I thought it'd crash and burn after a month or so, to be honest, but it seems to be going from strength to strength.
It seems, however, that there is a sinister force lurking in the shadows; an evil puppetmaster pulling the strings behind the scenes. This evil presence goes by the name of the Flaming Tamale, and it is she who accepts or rejects many of the paid posts on this here blog.
Why is she evil, I hear you ask? Well, it's simple. She spends her workdays in a replica Star Trek uniform, soaked in the blood of rejected bloggers. Really. That uniform used to be white. The word on the street is that she visited a blogger who broke the rules and planted the head of a prized racing horse in his bed.
Unfortunately, though, she got the wrong house. She was looking for number 69, but she went to 96. You should have seen the look on old Mr. Goldwater's face when he woke up. It was so funny you could plotz!
Sorry. I just wanted to get the word 'plotz' into a post. Mission accomplished.
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