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I’ve got 20,000 subscribers!
I got 200! I got 5!
Subscribe!
Subscribe!
Subscribe!
ARRRGGGG……..
I walked into the bar the other night and ordered a non-alcoholic beer ( stopped drinking!), and I could see the guy at the bar looking funny at me.
“You an old school writer?” he said.
“Yes, how did you know?”
“Oh, the ripped jeans. Also got bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep.”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“See the lady down at the end of the bar?”
“Yes.”
“The guy swallowed his beer. “Word is, she ONLY has 50 subscribers on Substack. Gotta stay away from a woman like that.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied.
A man stood up and began yelling. “Hey, I got 20,000 subscribers just last night! I’m the king of subscribers! A round of drinks for my fan base!”
The man walked onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, now for our premier act. Welcome, the Real Writers!”
Cheers
"Thank you, thank you very much. “We’re the Real Writers, and we have 50,000 Substack Subscribers! Here’s our latest song. Why your Substack Sucks!”
I watched the ladies rush the stage in a frenzy.
“Oooohhhh,” they squealed. “Look at the lead singer! “Now that’s someone I could subscribe to night and day!”
I sat back and listened. “Hey… not bad. Catchy, but slightly annoying.”
“Thank you, thank you,” said the singer. “Now, don’t forget to subscribe!”
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