Or as I like to think of it…G-String Theory. I never realized before but I must write a lot of smut to attract this kind of attention. Just goes to show what you can do with a degree in Quantum Mechanics.
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Apple vibrator.
The next level of technology by the whizz-kids at Apple. I’m taking credit for this one after posting about the iTit.
Apple announced today that it has developed a breast implant that can store and play music. The iTit will cost from $499 to $699, depending on cup and speaker size. This is considered a major social breakthrough, because women are always complaining about men staring at their breasts and not listening to them.
(A friend sent this to me after reading about my iPod challenges. She’s a funny girl. *snort*)
Gay crocs.
Obviously, these people have homophobic tendencies. Crocs are neither gay nor not gay. Only truly bad taste in footwear.
Penis with a brain.
This has got to be some kind of oxymoron. Right?
White chocolate Benjamin Moore.
A painter’s version of “string of pearls.” (If I need to explain this one to you you haven’t seen enough Sex in the City.)
How to fuck vibrator 101.
I took this course. The teacher gave me a fail. He said I come to late in class.
Scary spice.
This must have been my post on hot tamales when I used the words “eat me.”
Ass cheeks.
I have never used those words. NEVER!
Nipple ring.
Ouch.
Bear ass.
Park rangers are my fan base.
Catch a glimpse of my cleavage.
You wish.
Colonel best fucking chicken in town.
Now that’s a cock fight I’d pay big bucks to see. I’m adding that town to my travel list.
Silver surfer’s cock.
He was written out of Joss Whedon’s version of The Avengers. He didn’t measure up to the rest of the cast.
Boob guey.
Another reason to just say no to implants. Eww.
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And these were just the tame ones. Then there were the ones about Glenn Beck and Buddhism…
definition: a religion of eastern and central Asia growing out of the teaching of Gautama Buddha that suffering is inherent in life and that one can be liberated from it by mental and moral self-purification
I read this and with each search term, I knew which article it referred to specifically. I’m what you could call a Blogdramatologist. HAHAHAHA! I crack myself up.
Yeah…you’re such an egg.
Hilarious! I once inadvertently named one of my posts after a series of pornos and the site hits I’ve gotten from that have always given me a giggle. They must have been so unbelievably disappointed to actually read about my time in St. Petersburg.
Great post!
Since subliminally everything is all about sex, I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised.
I like to think my feet had a little something to do with your Croc greatness, although my feet are decidedly not gay. Curse you, Google!
Your search terms kick mine in the ass.
I think it was your feet that put me on the path to greatness. Just thinking about you in a pair of Crocs makes me swoon.