I do as a matter of fact. You will need:

• a computer
• internet connection
• a fair ability to spell
• and write in a coherent manner

Method:

• connect to the internet
• join a site like Hubpages - Squidoo, Infobarrels, Ezine.
• write something
• publish it
• hey presto! You're writing online

I hope you found that helpful. If not, no apologies. Your question was vague. Likewise my answer.

No I don't. That's a job for the money printers. At best I could draw a ten dollar note with a crayon and a sheet of paper. I hope that answers your FAQ

As in what? Unreal? Are you completely stupid or do you take lessons?

Of course I'm real.

Look at my picture. Do you see anything remotely religious going on? Beard. Flowing robes. Halos or wings?

No. That's because I'm a frog. Of destinction, granted.

Though it could also be said I'm the New Truth. Or should that be the Untold Truth Of Utter Gibberish?

*musing on rewriting the commandments. five or six should do it*

I have no eye dear.

Get rich quick:

• Marry a half-dead billionaire. Nasty but the rewards are high.
• Win the lottery. Lots of hope, guesswork and luck involved.
• Find a fortune
• Gamble. Disclaimer - become addicted and it's your fault not mine. This is a suggestion only.

Get rich eventually:

• Write several thousand hubs on HubPages.
• Befriend Mark Knowles
• Save. Save. Save.
• Stop smoking. Drinking. Living in general.
• Collect rubbish. saw a program once. Guy hoarded everything. Lived like a tramp. Died. Left a fortune.
• Write a bestselling novel.

Hope that answered your question. If not - go whine somewhere else. I hate poor people.

I was doing fine 'til you showed up. You a gangsta wannabe? Come back when you've got something better to frequently ask me.

Ass.

Hole.

Who are you? The God Squad?

I believe in lots of things. Fences. Solid structures and always reliable. Unless of course you fall on one from a tree. Which I did when I was six.

I also believe in the Book Of Frog. Which is everything to do with nada and nothing to do with the truth. It's like a Dictionary Of Misinformation. A new - if obscure and altogether weird - observation on life as we know it. And the bits that we don't.

And I definitely believe in the wholesome fluffiness of marshmallows and meringues.

I know a lot about a little and something about a lot. I've said this a hundred times. Potentially. Or at least I've thought about it.

I think it's good for what it is - you write, you make some money. And so do they.

Simple.

No one said I couldn't. And no-one's has complained. That I know of.

And if they did ... I hope they like my apples. Because I'm not stopping.

I know a whole lot about something and more than just a little about everything.

Well if you're asking that then clearly ... I know more than you do.

Go and ask that to someone that's more helpful than I'll ever be.

I suggest Janetta. Or maybe ... G|M. Or if you want a really clever answer there's always Shibashake ... she's a right clever bugger.

Support? For what?

Moral - Try a church

Bra ... Lingerie shops. And a well fitting one's probably better. As opposed to a badly fitting one.

Network - Friends

Neck - Brace, visit your local hospital

Stockings - have a look in your grannies dresser

Roof - Check out the joist section down your local DIY.

If I can think of any more, I'll get back to you. In a supportive type way.

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Did you bother reading what it says on the Lilypad?

If not, bugger off and read it.