i think that when two of your favorite bloggers link up to do something hilarious it's like getting a punch to the face that immediately results in an explosion of awesome glittery goodness and you forget about the face pain and focus more on the stuff that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
SO ANYWAY helene and sarah decided to encourage us all to talk about the search terms that have led people to our blogs. mine are concerning. please see below:
- bullshit gin (which is a lie right off the bat and whoever googled that to get to my blog can kindly lose my web address because we don't want your kind here).
- hairy ball torture
- hard porno pussy hairy (uhhhhh, ok?).
- it is ril life sex with the vagina and the wines.com (someone is confused. and that person is not just me).
- lady hairy (thank you - because that is the new name for my vagina).
one other search term was all "husband mad because i got my cartilage pierced what do i do?" and i was all "um ignore him?" but then i remembered that it wasn't someone actually asking my advice so i just lol'd and moved on.
on a lighter note, and by lighter i mean totally whacked out, there was a triple homicide in a county not far from me.
shitler was kind to call and inform me that the person of interest was the guy i was totally "swim fan" obsessed with in high school. but relax because i didn't have a one-night stand with him (sad trombone) but like every, single girl was infatuated with him and he was so, so hot and maybe my friend enlarged his yearbook picture, framed it, and gave it to me for my birthday. MAYBE. but like now he might be a murderer. bad boys never really were my type.
on a lighter note, and by lighter i mean totally whacked out, there was a triple homicide in a county not far from me.
shitler was kind to call and inform me that the person of interest was the guy i was totally "swim fan" obsessed with in high school. but relax because i didn't have a one-night stand with him (sad trombone) but like every, single girl was infatuated with him and he was so, so hot and maybe my friend enlarged his yearbook picture, framed it, and gave it to me for my birthday. MAYBE. but like now he might be a murderer. bad boys never really were my type.