Admit it. You love it when I do these things, if only for the sense of superiority you enjoy when you see the level of fucked the rest of the internet has achieved. I know you’re into that kind of thing. That’s why I intentionally make all these grammatical and spelling errors. I do it for you, Interwebz. Your (see what I do for you?) welcome.
So without further ado, here’s a list of the search queries that lead people to my little BugginWorld for the month of July.
“turkey baster and drinking” – Dear Searcher, I want to be your new best friend – especially if you’re Neil Patrick Harris. And that’s not just because I desperately want to be besties with NPH. It’s because turkey basters are always funny. Always. And I have, on multiple occasions, used turkey basters as a means to distribute wine. I’ll tell you all about it when you invite me for a taping of How I Met Your Mother. Until then, big squishy non-sexual cuddles. Love, e.
“trendy cheese ball recipe” – What makes a cheese ball trendy? Does it wear skinny jeans, RayBans, and gladiator sandals? Is it pale and sparkly? Does it carry an iPad? You want one from Brooklyn, don’t you? Well here’s the thing. It’s a wad of cheese, formed into a ball, then rolled in nuts. That ain’t trendy. That’s heaven. And an awesome excuse to say, “Wait till you taste my balls!”
“mildred the midget porn” – First? Mildred isn’t a midget. She is smaller than most of her siblings, but that doesn’t make her a midget. She’s very sensitive about her height so stop being mean. Second – while she spends a lot of time spread-eagled and licking her lady bits, that does not a porno make. Also, how about respecting her privacy? How would you feel if I snuck into your house and filmed YOU spread-eagled and licking your bits? You know, based on the search terms I just scrolled through, I’m pretty sure I don’t want to you answer that question. Or send me samples of such videos. Or send me anything, really. Except maybe your name and address so I can fill out this restraining order properly.
“‘there’s no wine here’ movie” – That flick is obviously a tragedy starring Ralph Fiennes and Kate Winslet. On second thought, it’s a horror flick. Definitely a horror flick – I only just now realized that blood curdling scream pounding inside my head was actually out loud. Pardon me while I pause to make sure I have at least four unopened bottles in the house. Never mind, I can see a case from here. Phew.
“super tight latex sweatpants” – The hell! No one is supposed to know about my secret sexy outfit I’m debuting at BlogHer this weekend! For the record, I suspect all latex pants essentially become sweatpants. I mean, that’s not exactly a fabric that breathes. At least that’s always Mom’s biggest complaint when she’s wearing her purple pair.
“never shout never with a headband” – The musical sequel to Olivia Neuter John’s “Let’s Get Physical.” It will no doubt be choreographed by Mia Michaels.
“slapping baboon butts” – Ew. Those are some capital G Gnarly booties. There better be gloves involved. And Purell. I can only assume that this is the result of my constantly saying “ass slaps and David Lee Roth kicks.” I’ve confused you and I’m sorry. Let me see if I can clarify. “Ass slaps” are one form of celebration and “David Lee Roth kicks” are another. They can be performed separately or in tandem. Technically, you don’t need Mr. Roth present for either action. While I concede that Mr. Roth is a tool ( and therefore not invited to my non-sexual slumber party and tickle fight with NPH), I never expressly called him a baboon. Nor did I suggest you slap his ass, for that is also a capital G Gnarly booty. Now go home, think about what you’ve done, and for the love of all that is holy, leave those poor baboons alone.
“can you put a pearl necklace in your vagina?” – When you say “you” do you specifically mean me as in Elly, or do you mean you as in impersonal everyone sense? Please say the latter, because then the answer is “probably yes.” Now, I’m going to ignore the possibility that this is actually a dare and take a moment of gratitude to celebrate the fact I don’t own a pearl necklace. Because it wouldn’t take too many bottles of wine before I would genuinely want to know the answer to that question, myself. Enquiring minds…
“penis of my own” – Congratulations! You finally got one of your very own? That is stupendous! Boy do I know just how annoying it can be to rely on other people’s penises. It’s the worst. I’m so happy for you. Now you can stop riding your loud ass Harley down my block all hours of the night and rattling my windows.
“illegal cadaver uses” – Why doesn’t anyone ask about the legal uses for cadavers, eh? I bet you think the glass is half empty, don’t you? Stay positive and focus on all the fun, legal things you can do with your fancy new cadaver. HOLD THE PHONE – is this related in any way to the previous search term? Because I’m pah-retty sure that’s not legal. The end.
…and now I have a headache, people. This is pretty much how I expect to feel for the next three morning running due to BlogHer hangovers. Where’d I pack that milk thistle?
About the pearl necklace.
I am genetically wired to make it physically impossible for me to turn down a dare.
So, the answer is YES.
Obviously I’ll be bringing a pearl necklace with me today…
Who among us will be the first to search “pearl necklace in cadavers snatch?”
…like you haven’t already.
You know, if you put all those search terms together, it sounds like one helluva party! Except for the “no wine here” bit.
I have been known to party with a baboon or two.
If I don’t get a penis of my own very, VERY soon I will cry and throw in the towel.
Wait, didn’t you write about some giant man/doll thing where you can select the perfect penis?
There is no way in hell I could be trusted with a penis of my own. The ensuing scandal from the the tent I’d have pitched when the owner of the company’s smokin’ hot chocolate driver hits the floor in the afternoon….WOO!
Ok, that actually makes me want one more!
SisterMerryHellish – FKA BodyRubber: I swear, I’m done being schitzophrenic, or are we?
You make me dizzy. I like it. Also I’m craving hot chocolate now.
I’m just tryin’ to keep up, Sugar Beet.
And oh, the craving’s you’d have if you had the view from here! *whew* If I ever get the chance I’ll snap a pic.
i want in on the NPH slumber and tickle party. i’ll bring the GIANT turkey baster: http://www.eatmedaily.com/2008/11/mayor-bloomberg-rings-in-the-thanksgiving-season/
That was quite possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m thinking about using that image to wallpaper my bathroom.
Yeah man, I hate having to rent my penises, it’s so undignified. I can’t wait till I can get a penis of my own and finally be a real boy.
Could you be any cuter? Oh wait, you could. It would require a ukulele however.
Also, if I were you I’d be hosting a competition to find the BEST illegal use for a cadaver.
I was going to do one of these updates recently, but funny search items don’t bring people to my blog. Creepy, sex offendery search items bring people to my blog.
Also, who am I kidding? Me, update? BAHAHAHAHA!
But, seriously, I miss the Internet – and your part of it.
I left out all the ones about 15 year old boys and ponies. I did giggle a little at “puke in my face porn”.
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