I sold it, Sir!

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...tense times here previous readers of 'You sold it how,Sir? '....I know there's a few because I've added a counter thingy that rotates with the speed of a snail on a razor blade...be okay if one or two of you commented just to fill in the vacuum...but I digress...dare I ask follow?
...tense times. I have sacrificed the first of my Facebook coupons (worth 25 big ones) and lodged my first advertisement for +Talking With Dog. I have highlighted the delete button on the ever complaining, antiquated laptop should the market, the CLICKS, go wild as on the floor of Wall Street and FB suddenly targets my shredded credit card. I sit now with anticipation and am ready to "auction" the cost (don't have a clue how) of the dreaded clicks once they rocket in...ha! The log line I have conjured, with much help from a can or two of ale, is....wait for it....COULD YOU SURVIVE IT? Clean...simple...now in hindsight I hope to F the ignorant out there don't construe that as meaning could they survive the read?? Oh boy...
...so...following on yesterday's idea of finding an isolated Island community to target for the novel's much needed boost, I have chosen...wait for it...the sun bronzed, the sun drenched folk of the United Kingdom. Yes, them mad dogs and Englishmen. I have targeted, according to FB's social surgery, those between 18-60 and who, hopefully, READ. I figured that made sense as even the +The Sun gets read on these narrow shores and that doesn't take much doing. You pretty much just have to mouth the words and read the photographs.
...so off we go then... advertisement is in preview, second coupon awaits with anticipation, fingers are a-hovering and I'm sure the folk at Amazon are experiencing the quiet before the storm.
You have to dream...
Comment. Complain. Ridicule. I'm good for it!!
Thanks Facebook...heh heh.