Cough Up A Buck, Ya Cheap Bastards


Do you have any idea how much Claire’s coke habit costs? Non-sequential bills only, please.

It’s the last day of the fundraising drive, and I’m breaking radio silence to urge you tochip in.

Why?

Well, because if you don’t, Virgo will come find you, and I can’t appeal to her sense of restraint every time.

Also, look at what you get here. You get Scout, who is a natural reporter–that woman makes Edward R. Murrow look like a PR flack. You get Athenae, who is the best goddamn writer on the Internet (except maybethis guy, but he already gets paid). You get Adrastos who, uh, likes puns and music. And there’s Tommy, And Michael F., and Doc, and Virgo, anyone else I might have forgotten. Sorry. It’s early, folks.

Athenae puts shit out there every motherfucking day, and it’s always worth reading. Do you have any idea the effort that takes? And Scout’s fearless witnessing with her camera–ain’t that worth supporting?

So chip in, god dammit. Or you just might have to see more of me on here as a punishment.

7 thoughts on “Cough Up A Buck, Ya Cheap Bastards

  1. Ah, crap, Claire musta been hangin’ with the crackheads in A’s hood. Poor impressionable li’l dingo.
    And, people, PSYCHEDELIC DUCT TAPE TO KEEP EVERYBODY FROM FALLING OUTTA THE CRACK VANS COSTS MOOLAH. Just had to toss in my few bucks there.

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