Toledo Tales

There have been some lean years lately for Subcomandante Bob, who is currently living in a Toledo homeless shelter, but he has not always been an impoverished lowlife.

In the 1980s Bob had a stint as a Wall Street stockbroker, although admittedly the battle fatigues he wore to the office raised a few eyebrows. There was no better corporate raider, though, than Subcomandante Bob, who would bust into a boardroom with his AK-47 and a pocket full of grenades and get EXACTLY the right merger deal. Real Quick.

Lately Bob has turned to sponsored content, such as this, in his posts to make some pin money. PayPerPost has helped Bob earn a couple of hundred bucks in just three weeks.

Normally, Bob runs straight to the liquor store whenever cash suddenly appears in his mischievous little hands, but Bob hopes to be a more responsible citizen with the money he earns from his sponsored content. He plans to take the much appreciated cash and travel someplace warm, like South Beach, where there are endless parties and the booze flows like water over Niagara Falls.

Or maybe he will travel to Acapulco, where his PayPerPost dollars will travel even further. Bob hears that a person can live like a king on the beaches of Acapulco, and he's pretty sure that the local ne'er-do-wells have forgotten a certain incident in 1983 involving a shotgun, a chicken coop, and several bottles of tequila.