People are finding me through some extraordinarily fucked up search terms.
1. Velociraptor Costume:
BAM! Found it.
2. Velociraptor Face:
3. Velociraptor Sitting:
4. Several Variation of Oh Noa and Mom’s Messages:
HOORAY! Someone found me through my name and even a regular post of mine! I feel so special.
This is the last search term that makes any sense whatsoever.
5. Cheddar Cheese Taco Vag:
Okay, the Raptor stuff I get. I’ve done only one post about Raptors, but it’s apparently pretty searchable.
But the fact that you found me through a search for Cheddar Cheese Taco Vag says more about your psyche and your daily disposition than I think you realize.
Were you looking for a Vagina filled with Cheddar Cheese?
Were you looking for a horrible recipe?
Are you a dairy fetishist? I mean, I’ve never even heard of that, but hey, people are turned on by worse than this.
6. Latex Predator Costume Fetish
I have this whole demographic of bizarre fetishists that I’ve apparently servicing rather well.
Did I say servicing? Fuck.
I suppose a latex and a dairy fetish combination would at least be easy to clean.
7. Elevation Bed, LLC.
Elevation Bed, LLC is the parent company of the Craftmatic Adjustable Bed. Someone found and read my blog searching for a bed meant solely for older folks, invalids, and those laid up for a considerable amount of time so as to prevent bed sores.
I hope I brightened your day.
8. Wearing a C-String on the Beach
I think we all know how well this would actually turn out.
9. Razzle Dazzle Noa
This sounds as though Mattel thought it appropriate to make a Barbie of a woman who was awkward in public so that when you pulled a string on her back when others were around she would say shit like:
- “Do you wonder if Noah left the unicorn off the boat on purpose?”
- “I bet your Grandma looks good in that bandage dress.”
- “Ma’am, your Vagina. Address it.”
But in private would say things reflecting of a crippling social anxiety disorder:
- “No one thinks I’m funny but me.”
- “Your friends only want you there.”
- “I shouldn’t have picked a fight with that Drag Queen.”
Then, the Barbie would throw confetti in your face. Give it a Whiskey and Coke and some limp-ass red hair.
That would be a Razzle Dazzle Noa Doll.
(I have said all of those things.)
And my favorite:
10. Cat your gonna get raped
HOW THE FUCK DOES MY BLOG EVEN COME CLOSE TO A HIGH-RANKING PAGE WITH THIS SEARCH TERM?
Not only is this a fucked up statement in and of itself, but it’s not even grammatically correct. This sentence is stating something about a Cat’s ‘gonna get raped’ as though it was a thing a cat could possess.
This is not ok. Cats cannot possess Gonna Get Raped. No one should possess Gonna Get Raped.
I felt dirty even making this one, y’all.
Cat’s don’t even have opposable thumbs, so why would they even need a can of Gonna Get Raped?
Baffled. Fucking Baffled.