And now it’s time for another look at those crazy search engine terms. You know, the ones people are apparently googling that somehow cause them to end up here. I wasn’t planning to write about them again so soon, but they’ve just been so doggone funny lately, that I had made a mental note to write about it in the near future. But not quite yet.
That is, until I glanced at them this morning. And when I saw that someone had gotten to my blog by searching the phrase “how to blow dry hair after mastectomy” I thought to myself, “Okay, that’s it, I’ve got to blog this today. Pray tell, o searcher of this phrase, are you wondering how to go about blow drying your copious chest hair? Has Tom Selleck had a recent mastectomy? Just curious.
And then there’s this gem: “does richard simmons have breast implant” Gee, I know I’ve got Richard Simmons hair, but I never realized I was going to have a boob just like his, too. Yay me. I draw the line at sequined tank tops and stripey short-shorts, however. So, if you ever see me looking like this, it’s time for an intervention.
Believe it or not, we haven’t had a pork fritter search in about 5 days. We have, however, had a search for the Spelterville Inn, which is almost the same thing since, as everyone knows, it’s home of the tenderloin the size of Rhode Island.
Then there are the cryptic phrases, “bald people doomed” and “tiny hair tongs”. Gee, I don’t even know what to say about those two, except to wonder if the tongs are for grasping tiny hair, or if they are actually made of hair. Are the tongs tiny, or are they normal sized but constructed from tiny hairs. And finally, was the author really searching for tweezers? Perhaps she has chemo brain and can’t remember what they’re called. “What are those things that you use to pluck your eyebrows? I can’t think of what they’re called, but they look like tiny tongs…”
Of course, on any given day, some lame-o ends up here after searching for things like “swim suite show boob no top” or “bathing suit boobs” or “little boobs water park”. Okay, first of all, you pervs, the least you could do is learn to freakin’ spell suit. As in swim SUIT. Not suite. Which is an entirely different thing altogether. Second of all, I bet you were about 31 flavors of disappointed when you got here and saw that the closest thing I had to a boob shot was a picture of a fake boob with a face. Serves you right. I hope your search for water park boobs landed you right smack on this entry, where the sight of Gertrude and Margaret in mastectomy suits left you blinded, and scarred for life.