WTDD After a Year: Where Do We Go?

It’s been a full year since I had a drunken crisis and bought a website because I was worried I hadn’t done enough with my life and was turning 30. So, before I check to make sure I renewed the domain, I need to answer a question that a lot of people have been asking

“No one is asking anything”

Shut up and listen please.  The question that’s been asked so much is where do we go from here?  I don’t really fucking know dude.  It’s been a fun, wild ride where I’ve confessed to pissing in the bathroom sink of pretty much every home I’ve ever been in (again, sorry about that,) I did a food review of my grandma’s Thanksgiving Meals On Wheels, my wife is still finding it hard to believe that I was joking when I told you all I’ve laid in my backyard while having myself as I looked up at the stars wondering existentially whether or not a long retired amateur porn star may be looking at those same stars at that very moment.

“WTF did you just say????”

Then one day amidst exposing my deepest most sickening thoughts to the world, I began to be hounded by my webhosts to look into advertising beacuse one of my posts was getting A TON of clicks. I was shocked and did some looking into what the fuck they were talking about, and all I can say is I’m pretty sure they’d be singing a different tune if they looked a little further into the fact that those hits are on a page that included videos of certain Fox Sports analyst masturbating in her office.

“I wonder if that’ll translate into stamps.com money?”

While I’ll admit I spent most of my time spreading smut across the land, I did manage to get serious a time or two.  How about the time I got up on my soap box and made a well thought out, constructive argument (my wife’s words, not mine) against tighter gun control, and remember the time I dished out some crazy stock market advice that no one understood and then the market did exactly what it said it would?

“Still no idea what you’re saying.”

Granted, there were some duds too.  I have no idea what I was trying to say when I confronted the idea of Dwight Howard liking trannies (nothing wrong with that though) and I’m pretty sure I’m the only person who has ever read one of my boxing posts.

“This going somewhere?”

Ok, so in order to move forward, we need to take a step back to a little over a year ago, where I’ll take you to the previous forum for spouting my lunacy and sharing pornography: The Suck Me Sideways Fantasy Football League Group Chat.  There is a group of guys who have been suffering through my nonsense for a decade now, but we’ve always called it the safest place on earth and I took that as free reign to share the wildest thoughts, hopes, dreams, and indecent images while also scaring away a handful of pussies who quit the league and probably have enough collective screen shots of terrible horrible things I’ve shared to at least get me fired (meh, probably not from where I work.  But where most people work) and then get the Michael Richards treatment to the tenth degree.

I’ve kicked around the idea of a blog since college but never really wanted to put forth the effort or figure out the internet and stuff so I just wrote down my thoughts in a journal and rambled incoherently to my friends in said group chat.  Then, one day, I had a moment of clarity and realized that I in fact could do this and was probably going to be much better and more entertaining than 99% of the assholes and cunts who share their drivel with the world. I got angry about a trending topic and spun it to my friends, and I feel that this site was born out of the moment I read about vegans getting in a fight with a seafood company on twitter, and I decided to ironically share my recipe for vegan crab cakes with the guys.  Here is a link to the inspirational story:

(https://www.boredpanda.com/twitter-rampage-against-peta-billboard-crab-baltimore-jimmy-famous-seafood/?utm_source=google&utm_medium=organic&utm_campaign=organic)

And here are the screen shots of what I consider the last rant before these rants became blog posts (maybe I’ll transcribe it at some point.)

So there we are, the rant that inspired this blog that was supposed to be me sharing funny recipes, chronicling the rebuild of the classic car I bought, and occasionally me providing an opinion piece but has essentially been a 75 year old man trapped in a 30 year old’s body yelling at clouds.

I’m hoping this will become more of what it was originally intended to be. I have two posts planned and a schedule we’re going to adopt soon, so be prepared to be bombarded as I make a push for that stamps.com money.

– The Pug