I’m in a full on funk today. Seeing how it’s a Monday, odds are you are too. So let’s distract ourselves by laughing at other people and all the weird things they search for, shall we?
“let me tell you about my balls” Wow. What a place to start. Balls are not my favorite things. If it’s all the same to you, I’d really rather skip that conversation. Unless you’re a cricket. Then it’s on. Because frankly I’m still a little perplexed at how you carry those things around. You’re like ants, but instead of using your superhero-esque strength to move food, you use it to keep your balls from dragging on the ground. That’s pretty fascinating. But I seriously doubt you’re a cricket seeing as how I’ve never met a cricket who could type. Also I’ve never really “met” a cricket. Not even in Times Square. Where they also drop balls. Did you see how I brought that back around full circle? Like a ball? Ok I’m done. Probably.
“blue dog and in that gap all human sadness” You’re having the same day I’m having, aren’t you? I hear Lifetime is having a “stop raping my daughter” movie marathon. Wanna join me on the couch where we can sip on gingerale and nibble at goldfish crackers?
“rhymes with splat” Splat is one of my favorite words ever. It’s more fun than crinkle, even. When you finish your splat poem, will you please send it to me? Or embroider it on a pillow?!?
“dirty fucking velociraptor” Whoa, whoa, whoa. I say again WHOA. What did velociraptors ever do to you? Everyone knows the velociraptors were the philosophers of the Paleowhatever Era. They brought enlightenment to the dinosaurs. Without velociraptors, tyrannosaurus rex would never have had the confidence to leave his lair with those teeny, tiny arms. The pterodactyl would have never had the courage to fly. And that Spencer for Hire guy would have never had a career rejuvenation. Huh. Would you look at that? The guy in Jurassic Park wasn’t in Spencer for Hire after all. That’s not cool. Fuck you, velociraptors.
“unicorn poop is rainbow colored and smells like sex” You’re having sex that smells like cupcakes? I think one of you might be diabetic. You should probably have that checked out STAT. Or maybe ease up on the alcoholic whipped cream, k?
“nutella and heart palpitations” Just how much Nutella are you eating on a daily basis, dude? You know there isn’t a single study that’ll tell you Nutella lowers cholesterol. Not even if you spread it on your forehead while doing cardio.
“how can i get my hair to look like david lee roth’s” Then or now? I think it’s an important distinction. For the “then” look, soak your hair in champagne and Mountain Dew, then lay flat while fourteen underage groupies ride you like the pony they never had producing giant rat nests at the base of your neck. Then stand in front of a giant industrial fan while latex clad models whip your hair into a frenzy with their equally gigantic hair and demonic powers. For the “now” look, call Justin Bieber and ask for his stylist’s number. It probably still involves groupies but I think most of them are significantly older than the groupies needed for the “then” look.
“i am unicorn clouse” I am the walrus. Coo coo ka choo. Freak.
“mature older stripper pole dance” They swore up and down there wasn’t a video of me taking that pole dancing class. Damnit. Never trust a velociraptor, I tell ya.
“meat falling from the sky 2011” I’m a little fuzzy on how this is different from the last search query…
In other news, I’m considering starting some sort of pen pal program for these lost searchers. For example, I think the person that searched for “when i first found my vagina” should probably get together with the person that searched for “where is my happy place.” After all, the internet is about togetherness, right? Well, that and porn. Duh.