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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Tickle me Tuesday

I'm bored. Make me laugh! Know any good jokes? Funny true stories? If you do, please share. I'd pay you if only I had the means to do so...

Uh..yeah. I don't really know what I'm doing here anymore. I'm randomly posting over here and randomly posting on myspace. There's no rhyme or reason to what goes where and why. I'm trying to decide if I should just consolidate or delete or repeat. So for now, If I'm not here, I'm there. But today, I'm here.

I just checked out my sitemeter, which I don't often do, just to see who was popping in. Yeah. I can't really tell. What I did find, though, were some funny search phrases that led some unique individuals right to me.

Word for word what was typed into google and ended up pulling up my site...

1. make believe boyfriend

2. peed in her pants

3. half nekkid thursday (no big surprise)

4. rasta ralphie (number one search)

and finally

5. brought to climax by the massage therapist

First of all... What?!? And secondly, what kind of crap am I blogging about??

Happy Tuesday. Don't forget to tickle me with some funny...

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7 Comments:

Unknown said...: 1. All google searches were performed by me.
2. I roll the rim AFTER the coffee is finished.
3. Knock Knock. Who's there? Cow goes. Cow goes who? No silly, cow's go moo...

ttfn; 20 March, 2007
Hope said...: 1. figures
2. come on...live a little. try rolling first, just once.
3. haha...i have one too. why did the nose cross the road? to get to the booger. what? the four year old who told me that thought it was veerryy funny.

wtf is ttfn?; 20 March, 2007
Unknown said...: 1. go
2. sure, nothing like having hot coffee on you in the car
3. i will try that on the 5 year old and get his reaction
4. ttfn= ta ta for now; 21 March, 2007
Hope said...: tfctu = thanks for clearing that up, although you never struck me as a ta ta kind of guy, spikester...; 21 March, 2007
Unknown said...: np=no problemo. You are right I am not that kind of guy!

Mr. Spikester.; 21 March, 2007
Gina said...: My niece sent me this:

One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love. When it became
apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and gave up
beans.

Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on the way home
from work.

Since I lived in the countryside I called my husband and told him that I
would be late because I had to walk home.

On my way, I passed by a small diner and the odor of baked beans was
more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk
off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the
diner and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked
beans.

All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.

Upon my arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed
delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."

He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I
took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the
telephone rang.

He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went
to answer the call.

The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure
was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I
seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.

It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running
over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill.

I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then,
shifting to the other cheek, I ripped off three more. The stink was
worse than cooked cabbage.

Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I
went on like this for another few minutes.

The pleasure was indescribable.

When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom,
I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on
my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased
with myself.

My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband
returned, apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked
through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.

At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated
around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"

I fainted.; 03 April, 2007
Unknown said...: Man...since I switched to WP I don't get any term searches like that. It's very sad.

Funny...hmmmmm...; 09 April, 2007