I have a **NEW** Guest writer who wants to be part of my Blog. He’ll go by the Pen Name: The Whoosher.
Here’s his request.
I want you to start a new bi-weekly column on your blog written by the Whoosher, we'll call it “The Ways of the Whoosher” or “The Whooosher Knows Best”....no... “Ask The Whoosher. “
And I'll dole out advice like "Alcoholics are just people you don't like who drink as much as you." or "It is a scientific fact that your liver will not be damaged by alcohol if someone else is paying the tab."
See, he already can’t make up his mind on what is best. I assume his preference is the last one: “Ask the Whoosher”
He’s quite a clever and funny guy, so I give him a shot.
How this will work?
In the comments section of his post, people will ask him questions. He’ll then go home, drink some crown, sit on his couch, play with his dogs, and ponder what his best advice is for your particular question or problem.
Go to the Comments section and Fire Away!!!
6 comments:
Hmmm... guest columnist... road warrior... he probably knows all about the Megabeer special in the airport with a shot on the side for $1 more... or making that Jack Daniels a double for $2 more.
I started to worry myself when I visited my normal Delta Crown Room (near Gate A17 in ATL) last Wednesday MORNING and my fav bartender seemed surprised I did not want the "usual"- my boss who was traveling with me seemed a little concerned!
Thanks for the followup about Austin 3M Half- I am IN! I have biznass that Monday in Austin so it worked out beautifully. You Austinites will kick my South Carolina gal butt though... wooohoooooo
I have a question: why are you sucking so badly at blogging lately?
yeah, get the wusser to answer that one
Okay, here's my ask the Whoosher (or maybe your 'other' persona^H^H^H^H^H guest columnist
If this was you
on this plane and apparently the matches is a bad idea, how would you mask / misdirect the attention of the passengers?
I’ll take on the first question, the blog is sucking because it fails to meet “Web 2.0” standards, thus it’s still a bit static. More interaction is needed, more contributing.
Mike, pretend you’re the Howard Stern of this blog, and your side kicks will elevate your dialog. Think of yourself as the life coach spewing out advice, and I’ll punch holes in your belief, that will create good material.
Thought from the whooosher, next to your liver, what is the only other human organ which can regenerate itself?
Peace, love and Crown.
I have a question which I hope the Whoosher will be able to answer. When hunting exotic game in the Amazon with The Colonel and one of you, who is not The Colonel, falls into a deep pit dug by savage aborigines. As The Colonel is constructing a rope out of vines to rescue you the natives appear surrounding the both of you on all sides. The Colonel of course makes a daring escape by grabbing one of the savages and using him as a human shield against all of the arrows and poison darts to disappear deep into the jungle. The natives then bind you and carry you off to see their chief. The elders sit together discussing ways to sacrifice you to appease their gods for this egregious trespassing on their most sacred land. The mighty chief who has been silent up until this point then speaks and everyone goes silent. He describes in his ancient language the foulest torture conceivable by man of monumental proportions in its sadistic, excruciating depths. Women cry and grown men wet themselves, but it is agreed upon that it is the only just action and at midnight you will die. The rest of the day is spent with the young boys mocking and spitting on you, but you know it is so much better than what you have in store for yourself. As the hour approaches a drum begins beating in the distance and the elders and chief appear in full regalia to send you to the other world. As the chief approaches, a knife in one hand and a sly grin on his face suddenly in the center of the crowd appears the Colonel. He has draped himself in the skin of a freshly killed panther. He is covered in blood and the flesh of the panther is still warm. His eyes are on fire as he raises his hands. He knows full well that the natives worship the panther and see it as their supreme deity. Every one of them falls to the ground as the Colonel begins barking orders in their native tongue. Instantly your bonds are cut and you find yourself seated at a feast where your tortured remains were to be the main course. You spend the rest of the night feasting and drinking until late in the night when the chief stands up and begins speaking. His voice is strong and his statements are in great reverence to the pale gods that have visited their village. He presents his youngest and favorite daughter to The Colonel and then motions to his older, heavier daughter for you. Both of you take your new wives into their huts to bring them into womanhood as the entire village screams with glee. Later, after everyone has finally fallen asleep The Colonel is beside you motioning you to come with him. You wriggle your way out from underneath your large, peacefully sleeping bride and quietly flee into the jungle. Now my question for you Whoosher: what kind of gift do you send back to your Amazon bride? A Blueray player or HDDVD player? Which will become the Amazon standard?
Thank you
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