5 Things The Cracked Readers Apparently Want to Read About
Friday, May 9th, 2008
Cracked.com’s Headitor, (that’s “Head Editor” shortened to just one word, Sports Fans, and you’re welcome), Jack O’Brien called all of the bloggers for a very important meeting. Even Cracked and Week In Douchebaggery Superstar Lex Friedman was in attendance. I hate being woken up in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, so I was already eager for the meeting to end.
“What’s this all about, Jim,” I asked.
“Please stop calling me ‘Jim,’” Jack responded. Lately I’d been trying to establish a Batman-Commissioner Gordon relationship between me and Jack. So far, he hasn’t been behind it. Incidentally, that’s also the reason why I keep breaking in through his window whenever I want to speak with him. Also, why I keep throwing smoke bombs at his family. Lex spoke up.
“Guys, thanks for coming out today, I really appreciate it.”
“Don’t mention it, Lex & the City,” I answered.
“Don’t call him that,” Jack said.
“Anyway, the reason I called this meeting is because I want us to start shifting the focus of our articles and blog posts into a new direction,” Lex went on. The bloggers all got nervous. Me especially. Unless the new focus is “Things Found in Hannah Montana’s Trash,” I’m totally up shit’s creek.
“Why,” Swaim asked. Lex started passing around some documents to everyone.
“On these sheets, you’ll find a list of the top words and phrases people have typed into various search engines that lead them to this site. For example, about 150,000 people found us by typing the word ‘Cracked’ into Google, which makes sense.” I didn’t know why exactly that made sense, but I know better than to question Lex Friedman. “What I need you bloggers to do is to go through the other top words and phrases and start writing about that.”
“I’m not sure… You want us to pander” Gladstone said.
“I think what Lexas Chainsaw Massacre is trying to say,” I began, “is that we need more content that directly involves things found in Hannah Montana’s garbage.”
“That’s not even close to what I’m trying to say. Even a little bit. Okay, look: For example, according these records, 5,091 people found Cracked by typing ‘inspirational songs’ into a search engine. So, Bucholz, maybe you could do a post on-” Bucholz interrupted him as soon as his name was mentioned.
“I’m not doing shit. I’m gonna write about what I want, whenever I want to. Hope you fuckers like the Olympics.” He then got on his motorcycle and road off.
For a while, nothing happened.
Then, after nothing stopped happening, things started to happen. Specifically, Ross spoke.
“Is anyone else, like, totally terrified of Bucholz?” I seriously almost crapped all over the place, Bucholz is scary as hell.
