Who would have thought it possible?

A little farm kid from the Midwest, grows up playing computer games and strikes it rich writing a blog, of all things!!!

Turns out The Donald is a huge WoW player.  Druid all the way.  He likes the power and how he can be three “different” characters on one toon.  Not too much into Resto, something about how the leaves look.  But I digress…

Seems he’s been a big fan of Adventures in Azeroth for quite a while.  Back in the early days, he posted as Slipslappy off an on.  Mosshoof has supposedly been a popular handle recently (I think I read he has a moss fetish.  Or is that a hoof fetish?).  He’s tricky this one.  Sometimes he would end his comments with a “:D” emoticon.  At least we all thought it was an emoticon.  It was actually a “D” as in Donald.  LOL - this guy is a genius, I tell you.

Anyway, he’s reading my blog and commenting on the sly, all the while I’m sure figuring out exactly the right time and manner to put his plan into action.

Apparently, that time was last night.

I came home to find a 30 foot black limo parked in my driveway.  When I pulled in, the driver got out and simply told me “Let’s go for a drive”.  So I get in.  Probably not the smartest thing I’ve ever done in retrospect, but sometimes you just gotta say “what the heck” (or something like that).

So we drive down the road to a local middle school playground.  I still don’t know what’s going on at this point.  Driver gets out, opens my door and I get out, and he proceeds to wave at a man dressed in a gold jumpsuit.  He’s over watching some cheerleaders practice and it takes a couple attempts to get his attention.

Finally he walks over and I see it’s Donald Trump.  THE DONALD.  (Yea, I know).  I’m thinking what the heck does Big D want with me?

“Amanna,” says DT, “I have a business proposition for you.  I feel like I just don’t get the credit I deserve.  I’m filthy rich, and I do mean filthy.  I’ve covered every exposed inch of my penthouse with gold.  I’ve been successful on TV, in wrestling, heck I even own Miss Universe, Miss USA and Miss Teen USA.  I mean, I produce those shows.  I don’t own those girls.  That would be….  wrong….  wouldn’t it?”

The Donald appeared to be lost in thought for a minute here, but then he went on.  “The one frontier I have yet to conquer is having a successful World of Warcraft blog.  I think I can be honest with you Amanna, I’m a bit intimidated - and I don’t intimidate easily.  Heck you got BBB and his huge hairy bear butt kicking out great feral articles.  I can’t write like that, and my butt isn’t anywhere near that big.  Keredria, Phaelia and Bellweather can have all that resto crap.  I don’t like how those leaves look.  That leaves me with Balance, and you know those guys are all whacked.  Running around like a big owl shooting lightning strikes and all.  No wonder there’s not many of them around.  That Graylo seems kind of okay, but you never know, do you?”

“What I’m trying to say Amanna, is I need your help.  Would you be my personal blogger?  I can’t offer you much, only around $300K in salary and an all expenses paid penthouse in any of my properties.  Access to company jet of course, blah, blah, blah.  What do you say Amanna?  Let’s figure out the details later over a steak?”

Well, as they say, it was an offer I couldn’t refuse.  It’s been fun, but I gotta move on.  See you on the other side…