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According to Karl Rove's Twitter, you can send farewell messages to the outgoing president at gwbfarewell@gmail.com.

Since those messages will be vetted, if only so they can get the sheer number down to a manageable size, I've decided not to email my message, but instead to put it online, available to all, and likely to be archived. A permanent tribute among millions of permanent tributes.

Dear Mr. President,

Thanks to the efforts of your administration and its supporters to impose neo-conservative ideas of sexual morality on society, I have felt an increasing desire to stick Little Bluey in practically anything that wiggles.

I am typing this with my cock,

Bluey

How to Make Money, the definitive guide

"Help us, Uncle Bluey!" I heard you whimper. "You posted so many wonderful hints on making money that we can't possibly keep track of them all! However shall we manage?"

Honestly. What would you do without me?

1. Porn
2. Specialist Entertainment
3. Tourism
4. Street Entertainment
5. Write begging letters
6. Prostitution
7. Cry on video
8. Work for websites
9. Sell your underwear
10. XXXXXXX

Still, that's enough of Nicky for now. The well has run dry. It's time for something else. And strangely enough, I'm not short of ideas yet. By twiddling Little Jimmy (as I call my third nipple) I'm able to tune into the psychosphere. My horns aren't just for show, readers; they're radio aerials. Let's see what ideas come out of the ether, shall we?

Ah, yes. Here's one. The Lawrence Dagstine guide to fame. Ten hints and tips to give everyone's favourite troll the acclaim he so richly deserves.

Stay tuned, folks.

How to Make Money #10 of 10

I held on for a while, waiting to see how things panned out. Surprisingly cautious behaviour, I know; believe me, I felt funny while doing it. Still, I'm back now, and I have the final top tip for Nickolaus if he's still interested in making megabucks. Still, this is an easy hint that's almost guaranteed to make money, so without further ado, let's crack on. Hang on, there's a knocking at the door…

INTERMISSION

Well I never. I didn't know I had a legal team. Still, they've told me that if I publish the last tip, I could be held liable for any consequences. Charges could be preferred and they'd actually stick too. If I had a heart, dear readers, it'd have been in my mouth.

Still, we came to an agreement. I can publish the tenth and final money-making tip for Nickolaus Pacione, but I have to redact most of it. Buggered if I know how this'll work, but here goes anyway.

XXXX XXXX XXXXXXXX XX XXXXXXX

XXXXXXXXX XXXXXXX XXX medication XXXX XXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXX XX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXXX XXXXX XXX XXXXX XXX XXXXX XXX XXX X X XXXXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXX XX XX XX XXXXXX XXXX

XXXXX XXXX XXXX XX XXXX XXX XX XXXXXX XX XX $1.00 XXX XXX XX XXX X XXXXXXXXX XXX XX X XXX XXXXX XXX XXX X X XXXXX XXX XXXXXXX XXX XXXX XX XXXXX XXX XXXXXXXXXX XXXX

XXXX XX XXXXXX XXXXX $100 X XXXX XXX XXXXXXX XXXXX

Whew. Right. That's your lot. I'll post a list of links to all ten money-making tips next, and then after that I can write about something else. Thanks, Nicky. You've been an absolute riot.

Where's the next money-making tip then?

I've no doubt you're all wondering where the grand finale to my series of money-making hints for the budding author has got to. Will it ever materialise, I hear you ask. Will I just do my disappearing act again and re-emerge a few months later hoping you've all forgotten about it?

Wait and see, readers.

Well, okay, being mysterious isn't my style, but it was worth a try. Truth is I'm waiting for the reports on Nickolaus's appearances in public to appear. The tenth hint will be based on his performance, and should be a fitting conclusion to the series.

How to Make Money #9 of 10

Blah blah blah, you know the drill by now, you all know what this is about. Insert line describing Nickolaus's level of poverty and indignation here; add a quip about how I'm going to solve all his problems, just call me Trinny and Susannah with three nipples and goat's hooves. Let's just get on, shall we?

Sell your underwear

Long-time readers of Bluey's Corner will be painfully aware of Nickolaus's attempt to sell his jeans. Nick, I can tell you right now, hand on my heart, that you're doing it wrong. The online sale of used clothing is a niche market, Nickypoo. You have to find an audience and sell to them, not simply slap a random garment online and hope someone'll go for it! Play to your strengths! Now, the way I see it, you have two resources you can exploit when dealing in second-hand clothes: your unique approach to physical hygiene and your squeaky voice. You could easily go into the soiled underwear business. Just go on YouTube, dress up like a Japanese schoolgirl, and burusera enthusiasts will be beating a path to your inbox. Now, you may have to splash out on a schoolgirl uniform and a few pairs of panties to begin with (not like that, naughty!) but the return on investment is potentially enormous.

BONUS MATERIAL

I'd like to quote the best thing Nickolaus ever wrote, ever ever ever.

A pair of Wrangler Jeans

These jeans are a little small for me but they are still in good shape. They're good if you're camping or going out somewhere. Not the kind of jeans you wear with basketball shoes but if you got some boots or something they come in handly. they are a 32 waist by 32 inseam. They just shrunk. They are faded black.

How to Make Money #7 of 10

Okay, let's review the situation now this series is but three hints away from drawing to a close. Your name is Nickolaus Pacione and you consider yourself an up-and-coming horror author, who's so horribly discriminated against just because he sent a few piffling threatening emails and told a few porky pies. For that reason, wealth, fame and hand-jobs from anyone other than yourself have eluded you, dancing away from your grasp like some big dancy-away-from-your-graspy things. It's the worst kind of hate crime! People from every race, creed, religion and background have come together and are saying bad things about you, just because you're a doughy-faced hate-spewing parasite who'll say anything just to get a bit of phony validation. This prejudice against malodorous shithorns is on a par with the murder of Kitty Genovese!

Why can't they just leave you alone?

Why can't they just give you some money, say you're the best thing since sliced Lovecraft, offer you a few women and then leave you alone?

Cry on video

This should be an easy one for you. Basically your image problem is that you haven't been able to snare the audience's sympathy. People have come to see you as a bit of an ogre. Admittedly a rather squeaky-voiced puny ogre, but an ogre nonetheless. It's not too late to show the level of emotional upset your critics have caused. Case in point: Chris 'Leave Britney alone!' Crocker. You know who he is, or at least knew well enough to post a 'silent retort' to his tear-laden plea. Regardless of the reaction to his video, he did pretty well out of it. It got him TV appearances, a development deal… think about what something like that could do for you. Take a leaf out of his book and weep, you fucker, weep!

How to Make Money #6 of 10

Since Nick's not offered his opinion on any of my guaranteed sure-fire can't-miss get-rich-quick win-fame-and-adulation-and-influence strategies, I can only assume he's out there, trying them out and raking in those pennies. To him I can only say "Have patience! We are but halfway through this guide and before long those pennies will become pounds!" Or dollars. Or whatever currency might actually be worth anything these days. The Latverian Zlotnik's supposed to be quite strong these days, so if you move to the Marvel Universe chances are you could be quids in.

Still, enough waffle from me. You want the sixth hint to help you rake in your well-deserved income, don't you? Of course you do.

Prostitution

Bit of a tricky one, this. You might think you haven't quite got what it takes! It takes courage, you might think. It takes looks. It takes at least a minimum standard of personal hygiene. Well, aren't you lucky? The tactic I propose requires absolutely none of these things. All it takes is a low enough self-esteem to go out as you are and approach random strangers. Now, you can't expect a particularly high hit-rate from this, and in a way that should be a relief. After all, vaginae are scary, scary things with teeth in them, and as for penes? Well, if you so much as look at one of them, Nicky, even your own, you may become pregnant! But fear not! This attempt at whoring yourself out won't require you to take your clothes off at all. You're not after clients who will pay you to stick your wee-wee in them or vice-versa. You're after the others. The ones who will regret it immediately after agreeing to take you on, fobbing you off with five bucks; or else will mistake you for a mendicant, busker or even a performing monkey and just press a handful of loose change into your grubby paw. That is your target audience. People love to see someone worse off than themselves, you see; makes them feel better. By essaying the role of a shambling cadaver-in-waiting reduced to renting out his scabrous mouth and flaky old ringpiece for the sake of a handful of pennies, you are certain to evoke some sort of reaction and charitable response.

Bonus hint: try this with policemen. They might even give you a bed for the night.