One of the most amusing aspects of maintaining any sort of affiliate arrangement is that typically, the account owner can see what products were sold through her specially coded links.
Oh don’t worry; I can’t find out anything about the people who made those purchases. Not names, not addresses, not even when said purchases were made. But I can usually view the items themselves, for the purpose (I suppose) of allowing webmasters to understand their visitors better. I’ve spent hours in contemplation of my various accounts, wondering how exactly my generous benefactors used the things they received.
Was that book any good? How’s the Esse working out? Did one person really buy all seven?
But the other night while scrolling through recent acquisitions made through Amazon, I noticed something I’ve never seen before. Buried amidst the expected books, music, MP3 files and a few sex toys was this, and if you were the one who found it on your doorstep a few days later I’ve got some things I simply must know.
Are you going to use it in the manner it was intended to be used? Are you skilled in this pursuit or just a beginner? What was the impetus behind the purchase? Did your last one perhaps get wrecked? Stolen? Spirited away by clowns?
And most importantly, will you send me pictures of yourself on it?
Iamfivestar, was it you?
My principal reaction is: it’s so cheap, I’ll buy one too! I always thought those things cost $$$s.
SEND PHOTOS PLZ.
That is certainly an odd purchase … I wouldn’t mind learning how to ride one myself, even though I probably wouldn’t have the ability to learn how to do such a thing …
Oh man, that is funny. What’s even weirder is that I had a dream TWO NIGHTS AGO about buying one!!! Alas, I was not your mystery buyer, but it is funny.
That’s a beginner model. I have relatives who are good on those things, and they spend many hundreds of $$$ for theirs.
Folks, we have found the rogue unicyclist:
dang it! i was hoping for something more like, “oh, hai, aag! yup, it was me who bought the unicycle. i’m totes going to turn it into a sex machine once my partner can dislodge the soldering gun from our…well, no need to get into that here. so, anyway, sure, i’ll send pics of me using it ASAP. feel free to post them to your blog! peace, xxx”
This entry has made my morning.
Q: You know what’s great about this blog?
A: The humor and the human interest stuff.
The sex stuff might draw us in but I’d wager that people keep coming back for stuff like this.
Thank you! I really appreciate that.
I have been saying that about this blog for a very long time. This is a Great Blog. I hope AAG doesn’t burn out or… any other out
Thank you, Big Geek. I appreciate it!
Just this past weekend, while walking home in Philly, (High as balls, I must mention) a unicyclist when whizzing past us. I was SO CONFUSED and totally impressed at the same time.
How high are balls? :: confused ::
You know, I never figured that out. But when you’ve smoked a lot of pot, ‘high as balls’ makes sense. Maybe its as high as the balls on a giant?
The day after your previous post about the unicycle purchase, I saw a young guy riding one down the street while texting. I wondered if perhaps he was your elusive buyer (obviously he’s not) and if eventually we’ll see anti-distracted unicycling laws go into effect. maybe, just maybe.
Leave it to Miss Blackheart to bring up giant balls.
The link is not about unicycles but I could not resist.
I re-worked a unicycle seat for sex toy purposes once they… are great for that spring loaded freestanding bondage pedestal thing.
I received a unicycle for Christmas when I was 8. That was before wrist and knee and bike helmet protection was invented I think.
I had a great time learning to ride it. Thing is though, they aren’t very fast and you cant jump them off a ramp of boards and bricks which is what we were up to, oh and the new rage was the five speed bike… so not long after I mastered riding it which doesn’t take long the thrill wore off. But saying you can ride one is fun at parties. Also they are like bicycles in that you never forget how to ride them.