And I still love to live life on the edge so here it is, once again, that time of the month when I get stretched thin searching for ideas with which to pummel you people and I delve into the monstrous volume of statistics this site generates. Well, anyway, it feels like a monster sometimes.
Over the last couple of days, we’ve been getting more than a few (well, let me put it bluntly) strange search terms directing folks here. I mean, I understand when someone types “what is a dude” into Google and gets directed here. But what the heck causes Google to cough up our site when someone types in “short dude got lucky” other than that one word? The dude who found us that way must have been venturing deep into the wilds of the back pages.
Speaking of which, did you ever enter a search string into Google and then start hitting the pages with at least double digits? Dude, I gotta tell you, there are some strange things that Google can think are related to your search. Like, for instance, oh, I don’t know, “kid runaway ideas.” I mean, seriously, there’s no way we’re going to be giving out that sort of information. What sorts of parents would we be if we did that and didn’t even get paid for it? (Kids, you know where to reach me. Send cash or check.”
Finally, no venture into the search strings would be complete without the obligatory, um, ah. . . erm. . . sexual-ish stuff. Some dude still keeps finding us when he’s looking for something about “sisters dress him up.” I looked at that Google page and, well, not something I’ll be doing again. Much. We also get a callback to the darkest period of the blog’s history. Someone found us by typing in “fellatio guide.” Yes, it must have been the post when I found I was lied to by the internet and passed along an urban legend as fact. I still can’t believe it got past our fact checkers. I just get so angry.
*falls to knees, leans head back and clenches fists and screams* IIINNNNTTTTTTEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTT *Kirk mode off*
– Richard
P.S. Hey, look! No cheap Hulk joke about not liking me when I’m angry. You like me! You really, really like me!
P.P.S. Sorry for the cheap Sally Field joke. I’m sure only three of you got it and all of you threw up a little in your mouths. Not into each other’s mouth of course, I mean. . . Never mind.
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