We did it, guys. 100 Facebook likes. I don’t want to overreact and liken us to some sort of viral phenomenon ripping through the Internet like a Miley Cyrus wrecking ball. But let’s face it, we racked up those 100 likes in less than two years, so I don’t want to under-react either.
100 is a pretty special number. It’s round and beautiful and demands the leadership of a centurion. 99? Might as well be a misguided rabble of red balloons drifting about in space to German techno pop. But 100, now you’ve got something promising. The T-bone (aka Man with Golden Ears, aka Sua Sponsored, aka Tommy) and I have truly appreciated you guys riding clothed with Writing Bareback. The pleasure’s been all yours, truly.
To honor your readership, we’re putting this post up. Right here. It’s a completely visible web space. Everyone who reads this will know that we posted it. We really wish we could do more, but we’re focusing on a baller collaborative post about break-up songs that is more dope than holding a stereo above your head outside the window of at your ex’s place. It should be out by this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow. Who can say?
Let’s all get back together in 8 years when we hit the 1000 likes mark. We’ll definitely write a commemorative post for that.
Maybe tell your friends about this,
Dusty “Feeling Sexy” Riedesel