Since CAMOKAT spends his day chasing me around, I figured I'd give a look at his program. After all, programs run by one single invidivual that spends his day chasing chicks on GFY do really really well.
Bloody hell was it funny. It's basically porn for people still running on Amiga. Check this out.
Now why does this piece of shit have to be flash, why couldn't it be a gif ? Like all the other ugly pixelated gifs, burried since 1993 on a BBS somewhere in Leningrad ?
The shit's certainly been written before the days of the WWW, cause, well
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Result: Failed validation, 38 Errors
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Line 45, Column 32: there is no attribute "LEFTMARGIN".
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Line 62, Column 23: end tag for element "P" which is not open.
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Line 72, Column 38: there is no attribute "HEIGHT".
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Line 53, Column 86: required attribute "ALT" not specified. (I don't think he even knows alt exists, cause there isn't a single one to save your life in there)
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O hey, here's a brilliant idea... You know that ugly scrollable box called "Our newest site" in ugly jagging blue-on-red fucking system font ? You could make the sites in there clickable!!1eleventy! Seriously dude. It can be done nowadays. I swear it can, look into this a href thingy.
You know, so when somebody wants to laugh moar, he clicks on one and is taken there.
Isn't that grandiose, I bet that site converts 1:5 every Wednesday the 29 of April, and 1:3 every February the 30th. If you send traffic for 9 or 10 years straight, that is. In fact, if you're in your 20's and start sending traffic now, the conversions will be coming in just in time as you retire. They call this the RSC IRA in the biz, and it pwns any Roth.
So how about signing up ? It does 50-50 revshare, or 0$ pps, whichever you prefer, and uses its own, in house affiliate tracking system, that was developed with great effort and expense, and then refined over a number of years. It reads like so
echo ('Your sales for this period : 0');
Suppose maybe you should contact support for some promo materials, hm ? Well, it's even funnier, cause apparently at Red Square Cash they hate even numbers, like 2 :
They also hate business offices, and email, and gas heating, and sliced bread, and warm water and electricity altogether. In fact right now CAMOKAT is sitting in a field, biting into a whole loaf of bread, with a block of cheese the size of a car battery waiting in line, all afforded him by the tremendous profits his cash for square headed commies program generates. Every February the 30th.
So go fuck yourself CAMOKAT baby, then go fix that piece of shit, then go fuck yourself a few more times and then bother me again. Maybe I'll consider you then, tho ods are I'll just laugh at you again. But hey, that's life. Your life.