The One Hundred. A gift. Technically.
One list a week, for 100 weeks, drawn at random from a pool of 520 of the strangest newsletters still in operation. Their inbox does the rest. A coworker, a boss, an ex, a brother. Yourself, if you like. We do not judge.
One payment. No account. No refunds, because the schedule is the product and you get it the moment you pay. Nobody gets an email from us: not them, and not you unless you ask for the weekly one-liner at checkout.
Type the email you gave Gumroad at checkout (yours, the one the receipt went to) and the key Gumroad showed you the moment you paid. Lost it? Your Gumroad receipt has a View content button, and the key is on that page. It is a long one, so copy and paste it. The 100 lists are drawn from those two things, so the same details always give the same schedule. Their name goes on the card and nowhere else.
Theirs will look like this, with their name on it and 100 different lists.
| Week | Signed up to | What to expect |
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Two images, drawn from the schedule above. The sentence is yours to post. The notice is theirs, if you ever decide to tell them. Sender withheld on both, unless you choose otherwise.
Give Gumroad your own email. That is where the receipt, your key and the optional weekly one-liner go. Then type their name and the email you want the chaos delivered to. Sign-up forms ask for names, so we need theirs.
100 lists, one per week, picked at random from the pool, plus the card. Bookmark the page and save the card. They are the only things we will ever give you, and they are the whole product.
From the following Monday, once a week, we fill in that week's sign-up form in their name. The list emails them directly. We never do, and nothing we do carries your name.
That is the whole database entry. There is nothing else to leak.
Gumroad takes the money and sends your receipt. We are not copied in, and they are never told who paid.
No. That is the point. The schedule is drawn at random from all 520, so a goat dairy and a submariners' association have exactly the same odds.
Not from us. Nothing we do carries your name: the lists write to them, we never do, and the receipt goes to you. The notice card says "sender withheld" until you decide otherwise. If they email us asking who did it, the answer is no.
Only if you tick the box at checkout asking for a one-line update each week saying what they got. Leave it unticked and you never hear from us. Them: never, in either case. If anyone receives an email claiming to be from The One Hundred that is not that one-liner, it is not from us.
Yes. Put your own email in both places. Several people already have, which tells you something about the people who find this site.
No. The schedule is the service, and you have it the moment you pay. If you are in the EU or UK, you tick a box at checkout confirming you want the schedule generated immediately and waive the 14 day cooling-off period. If a list genuinely fails to sign you up, we swap in a replacement, which is the fix.
Each list has its own unsubscribe link, and they all work, because we only pick lists that behave. If you are the one receiving it and want it to stop, email the address in the footer with the address being signed up and we halt the remaining weeks, no questions, and no, we will not say who paid. Buyers can halt a schedule the same way.
Lists die. We check the whole pool every month, retire the dead ones and add replacements. If one of yours goes, your schedule page shows the substitute.
You are asking us to subscribe an address to public mailing lists, on your instruction, with your consent recorded at checkout, and every list we use carries a working unsubscribe link. It is a prank, not a weapon: do not use it on someone who has asked you to stop, and we halt any schedule the moment the recipient asks. The terms and privacy policy in the footer say the same thing at greater length.
One hundred lists. One hundred weeks. One hundred strangers writing to them about drainage, moths and fruitcake. We considered a cleverer name and decided the number was the joke.
We found it funny. Then we found 520 lists. Then it seemed a shame not to.