Thursday 25 October 2007

The Best Advice: Making Money

The Best Bit of the Internet Presents:
THE BEST ADVICE

1. Making a Shitload of Money on the Internet


Yeah, you've heard it all before. You've probably all read John Chow, or Problogger or any of the other countless blogs and sites all offering you fail-safe advice on how to find your riches in the virtual hills of the internet.

Well forget them. Those guys? Pfffft. They don't know their assholes from their SEOs. Luckily, The Best Bit of the Internet is on hand with REAL advice on how to make those big bucks. Trust us, we know what we're talking about. We all have solid-gold trousers on, and drink champagne from glass slippers all day. SO LISTEN UP!

Step One: FORGET CONTENT! Dullards often say, 'Hey! If you write consistently good, well-written content, people will find it and you will soon rake in the cash!'

WRONG!

People don't have a clue. People know SHIT. People pay good money to watch Rob Schneider movies, or to go to James Blunt concerts. People are STUPID. Don't try to pander to some imagined army of rich intellectuals trawling the internet for a good read, eager to reward the author with cash money. They don't exist. All the really clever people are out getting drunk on yachts, not reading your bloody blog. Remember that.

So, always just write the bare minimum. Don't put too much thought into the content, because your readers won't want to think too much. They'll more than likely have stumbled across your site by accident anyway, looking for nude pictures of some big-titted bint from Heroes, or something. Which brings us on to step two...

Step Two: SEX SELLS! Fact: the internet was invented solely as a means of sharing pornography. Al Gore made the internet back in 1993, when he desperately wanted a wank but had left his copy of Hairy Dairy back in the office. Luckily, Bill Clinton had two copies, so he posted one to Al by express mail. As Al spanked himself silly over the pictures of farmers fucking, he thought that it would be 'really neat' if people could send each other porn really quickly by computer. Thus, the internet was born. True story, look it up.

Now, you can either ignore this fact, and pretend the internet was made to 'link people together', or 'to share information' or whatever other bollocks people say to fool themselves.

OR: you can embrace the truth, and cater for the largest audience on the net - the hairy-palmed virgins desperate to see a bit of tit. Usually, illustrating your post with a semi-clad female will do the trick.


Hear that sound? That's the sound of hundreds of sweaty-browed teenage boys hitting your website!

You don't even have to use pictures, if you're the prudish type. A few liberally-placed references to sexual organs or fucking throughout your site will get you more unsuspecting readers. A cock here, a pair of big, bouncy boobies there, a woman with a dick in her mouth there, and you're away. All you have to do now is get the sudden influx of readers to click on your ads and make you some dough. Talking of which...

Step Three: SELL YOUR ARSE OFF! Don't be timid about fully embracing the seedy world of click-thru adverts, affiliates, banners and other such shit. Hey, you want to make money, don't you? SO GO AND MAKE SOME!

Plaster your blog with gaudy adverts and flashing banners and spinning graphics. Don't stop until your blog looks like a billboard designed by coked-up junkies, leaving your disoriented readers with little option to click on one of the ads in the absence of any non-advertising space. And hey - don't feel guilty or dirty, you are on the internet, now. Your soul disappeared a long time ago. ADVERTISE AWAY!

Step Four: Drink Diet Coke. Buy an XBox 360. Treat yourself to a delicious bucket of KFC! Watch Heroes. Click here to buy more stuff! CONSUME!

Step Five: failing the above, simply set up a blog dispensing vague but important-sounding advice about how to make money online. Post a picture of yourself looking ridiculously smug and knowledgeable, so people will trust you. Also, a picture of a fast car of shiny pants will make you look really swish and stinking rich. Re-write the same article every few weeks, pepper your posts with affiliate links, fill every nook and cranny with ads and sponsors and watch the money roll in.

Congratulations! You are now officially a rich bastard. WELL DONE!

- by Andy Fanton, CEO of LookAtAllMyCash.com

Tuesday 2 October 2007

Suck My Hollywood: What the Fuck is Wrong with Cuba Gooding Jr?



Once every two months, my ex-wife and all-round bitch Loretta lets me spend a weekend with our son, 8 year-old Tad.

Tad is a really good fucking kid, who is already just fucking nuts about movies. The little son-of-a-bitch is gonna grow up to be a sexy, Hollywood super-producer just like his dad, I swear.

So, last weekend I took Tad to see that fucking Daddy Day Camp, a sequel of sorts to that shitty Eddie Murphy flick, Daddy Day Care. It was a piece of shit movie, predictable and stupid and just...well, shit. Even Tad said it was, "more painful than a fissure in the ass." (He's a bright kid, is Tad). Daddy Day Camp marks the umpteenth consecutive crappy role for Cuba Gooding Jr, who's career seems to have gone down the toilet quicker than Godzilla's first shit of the day.

I mean, what the fuck is wrong with Cuba Gooding Jr, anyway? Since picking up an Oscar for his performance in Jerry Maguire, the asshole has churned out dud after dud after dud. He did that crappy gay boat film, that one where he has some fucking huskies, and that fucking Eddie Murphy crap-fest Norbit. (Murphy's another asshole who seems to make more shit than a thousand diarrheatic camels). I mean, c'mon! Does the guy ever bother to read the fucking scripts he gets sent? Does he just love making shitty movies? Or was he just a dick all along, and no-one noticed before?

I remember the time I offered him a role in my 1998 blockbuster Crankshaft. He turned down the part of 'second mechanic in cafeteria' because he wanted to play "more substantial, significant roles". Shortly afterwards, the asshole appeared in that God-awful Robin Williams picture (another asshole, by the way), What Dreams May Come. I had the last laugh though, when Crankshaft fucking buried that sappy piece of shit at the box office.

Still, I'm not one to hold a grudge, and if Cuba Gooding Jr ever wants to appear in a movie that isn't a heap of fucking shit, I'll gladly offer him another part. Otherwise, he should stick to making shit, and hand his Oscar back to the Academy, or shove it up his own stupid ass.

- Vic Gallium.

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