well lordy lawks and lummee (perhaps even luvaduck if they haven’t outlawed that yet…) the searches are fun today: may i credit a friend with ’simplywondered is a rapist’ (just as well the police haven’t time to trawl blogs…) ’simplywondered is a fucking retard’ (many of my other less pc friends agree) and ‘mangina’ (the new fruity drink for fans of weird japanese comic books) – and all this because some (ok more than some) of my humour is a little weak? next thing you know people will be posting troll comments at my favourite blogs posing as me, the devious wee tinkers that they are; how on earth does the mortal mind keep up with them? i only hope the awful truth remains hidden that simplywondered is big dave c’s personal fuckbunny – cos that would hurt. thank goodness posh boy george knows how to keep his mouth shut (if not his nasal passages). still – it’s nice to have the traffic.
’spose the only thing i can do is change my way of thinking and stop blogging immediately. sigh…
Categories: deep thinking · weird searches
the searches have been worrying me of late; they’ve not been well. the surreal, the pervy, the thoroughly inexplicable – all appear to have dropped noiselessly into a tedious millpond of averageness…
until yesterday. my heart sang once more, as i realised i had not only legions of chemists searching for things with long names i can’t even be bothered to cut and paste in here. there was more! a surrealist/ann boleyn fan/needleworker/lover of sexual euphemism that is frankly beyond me wanted to find +”long sleeve” +”over fingers” and they were sufficiently dedicated to add the punctuation. i tried the search with and without and they could have saved the extra effort – the results look much the same in each case – and frankly they were bloody lucky to get here. and one visitor was hoping for a virgin being raped. well, it’s not that i’m happy to see him per se, but at least he’s not polluting anyone else’s day and, you never know, somewhere among the surreality you might find many things here i had not considered. and a day just doesn’t feel complete without a tapper away at the gummed up keyboard, learning furiously to type left handed as his right clenches ever tighter into an irreversible fist of frustrated autoaffection – it’s what happened to thatcher, you know (though i don’t think that was actually the reason). there can be few sites where you are less likely to see this particular phenomenon – if for no other reason than that i would have to work out how on earth to upload visual images and then actually make the effort to do it. naturally, being a bit short of footage of such matters, i would have to google the damn thing myself and probably end up here and by that time i would have wandered off for a look at the cricket and a beer and forgotten what on earth i was doing until the police arrived to impound my machine. still, a day without a perve search is a day wasted, as me old granny used to say. i think that was it – i never really listened to her, so now feel free to make up all kinds of old shite in her name. she was a nice woman; with an outside toilet. sorry, gran.
Categories: weird searches
