We’re Bringing Sexy Back

Watch for a completely new influenzabloggers site when we completely lose our tail and come out with a bordering-on-nasty blog. Some posts will be totally not suitable for women or NSFW but hey, women who come here are enlightened anyway so it shouldn’t be a biggie.

If you must know, yes we have already purchased the domain just to ensure that nobody usurps our rightful property. And oh, we will start flexing our SEO muscles as well, so if you want to cash in on that, now may be a very good time to contribute. If not, well, it’s not really your loss but it would be a shame.

We still won’t be dishing out posts that upsets anyone’s sensibilities though but we will be a little bit more sexier, a little bit more risque, but a whole lot more marketable. Yes folks, we will be venturing towards the greenland of blogging. This blog will start making money or by God, we will be putting Bloggista on a stake, and burning the bejesus out of him.

Sorry, had a couple of beers tonight.

Photo from sportsillustrated.co.za

2 Smashed 2 Wasted

Bloggista was cradling a bottle of half-empty Jagermeister like it was Jennifer’s Body.  The Doc was redder than a red hot chili pepper.  Novz eyes have turned to slits.

DISCLOSURE:  THIS POST IS SPONSORED BY JAGERMEISTER

Love, For Adults Only

Borrowed From Somewhere Familiar.

Warning: This is an unbearably long post that doesn’t seem to go anywhere. If you have the attention span of a gnat and can’t tolerate mediocre posts, go find another hole and die.

Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. That’s the way it has always been unless their parents intervene. It starts with a smile, a few secret glances maybe, perspiration and some heavy duty heart pounding. Then the boy musters enough courage to come forward and say hello, they exchange pleasantries, swap war stories, comment about the weather, yadda yadda, blah blah blah. After all the nervous talk, and when it seems there’s a hint of electricity in the air or chemistry or whatever, they exchange phone numbers and promised to get in touch.

Influenza Bloggers go Nude Dancing

Note: This is Bloggista’s contribution.

Unfortunately, the post title is my poor attempt to lure nudists and porn enthusiasts to have a look and hopefully contribute a little for this blog’s awesome Alexa ranking.

After all, this is my first post being one of the Influenza Bloggers who are nothing but a bunch of worthless bloggies trying to make an impression to everyone that we are not always thinking about porn and that blogging isn’t really one hell of a lonely job, err, hobby.

Influenza Bloggers is all about fun, booze, women, and tendencies to bare all just to grab attention and impress Ms. Alexa (who the hell is she?) and fatten Mr. Go Gol’s wallet with adsense cents.

Anyways, should the Influenza Bloggers decide to take all these non-sense stuff one step forward, we’ll be doing what these goofy guys are doing and go viral with YouTube.

Warning: Not for the faint of … heart…

Vis-à-vis – A Flash Fiction (140 words)

After a tiring day at work, I rewarded myself with a doggy-bag of Jambalaya from Gumbo. I took a jeepney ride home.

A lady sporting a seductive fragrance sat next to me. Her curves were noticeable through her black shirt. I saw her placed her left hand to her inner thigh; her fingers caressed her jeans. Her right hand was on the handrail, then she slowly placed it on top of her right thigh. Our forearms touched.