I’d love to say that this was a really hard decision that I struggled with for a long time due to a conflict between my socioeconomic situation and my artistic integrity, but that would be a boldfaced lie. The only reason TLG didn’t have ads from the get-go was because of my kitten-like meekness in the face of CSS, which I am now slowly overcoming step by itty-bitty step.

So have I sold out? Is everything different now? Does The Man have my balls?

Yes, yes, and emphatically yes.

I can’t lie, I love money. I love it to a fetishistic degree, to the point where I cannot achieve orgasm unless a thousand dollars in mixed currencies is in plain sight. There is no act too despicable or depraved that I will not perform for the right price, and my price is laughably low – in the fast-food joint of life, my soul remains resolutely on the Valu-Menu. As for TLG’s other contributor’s, let’s be honest: they always knew I would sell them down the river one day, and it was only a question of when.

It is thus with piggish glee that I announce: advertisers, step right up! If ever you have wanted to dictate content on a small-but-growing comedy site, now is your chance! Don’t let it slip through your fingers, swollen though they might be from counting your millions!

On a note unrelated to capitalist excess, there are going to be a couple of pleasing additions to TLG’s masthead soon. One old face and one new, both of whom I hope will receive a warm welcome.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to dive into a vault full of small coinage.