"Best pizza place in town?"
"What to do if a rhinoceros comes crashing through my home."
"Where can I buy a squirrel suit?"
"Are my eyes made of metal?"
"How to tell if I have bubonic plague."
"Will my ass bleed if I play Rugby with hemorrhoids?"
We all have questions Google has the answers to.
At this point in the Googlution (Google Revolution), we can always turn to it for these answers.
Guilty as charged. In fact, I forget exactly what it was that prompted this topic, but I'm sure it was because I asked Google something like "If my pillows are hypoallergenic & my dog is not, how long would it take me to get to the moon?" and decided I had officially reached a new level; Google users all over the world have.
Google, Google on the wall, tell me........
See what I'm sayin' here.......
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| Getting a little out of hand, no? |
How many times a week/day do you hear/say "Google it.", "I'll just go Google that.", "Did you try Google?"
(I just got such a sudden urge to create an "Oodles of Googles" parody.)
Google is watching us, from a distance.............and probably laughing their g'damn asses off.
"Inferior little humans. Some of these queeftarts don't even know what a graham cracker is. Nor a queeftart for that matter. Muahahahaha! You need me. Say my name, bitch."
The horror that is mass Google mind control.
Aha LilPixi,
ReplyDeleteI 'Googled' myself, once. Hmmm..that sounds kinda rude:-) Anyway, my computer nearly crashed with the page after page of glowing praise and adulation about me. Did I ever mention I suffer from hallucinations and delusions? lol
Here's wishing you and your loved ones a peaceful, positive 2011. Must go now and 'Google' the word 'Google'...
Take good care, Gary.
Lol. I once Googled myself behind a laundry mat. I was in despair. But then I Googled my friend's sister behind same said laundry mat, so all in all, I got my Oodles of Googles on that night. Then she never called back. So I Googled her again. I Googled the shit out of her.
ReplyDeleteSame to you, my friend, same to you. =)
Wait, though! Wait.
ReplyDeleteWhere CAN I buy a squirrel suit? It's just that there's this convention coming up next month and, um.... actually, nevermind... I'll just Google it....
Google sounds like a verb that would involve a perverted act. When I was in jail, I got googled by a big convict.
ReplyDeleteI like to call it The Google.
ReplyDeleteJill, you can always borrow my squirrel suit.
ReplyDeleteIsrael, this post is definitely changing the way I'll look at the word Google from now on.
Wow, I like that. For some reason I hear a doom-filled "Dun Dun Dun!" when I say it. Hahaha
I googled myself until I got a hand cramp...We are talking about battery operated boyfriends, right?
ReplyDeleteFALEN!!! Man, I've missed ya'll.
ReplyDeleteHahaha. I was referring to my hand at first. Then just straight up doing the nasty.
You Googled me all night long.
There's nothing finer in all the Carolinas than the twittering and Googling of your naughty parts. Woo & hoo. And 'Queeftarts' are like Pop Tarts but only sweeter. Don't ask me how I know. Well, okay... Jesus told me.
ReplyDeleteYes, 'tis strange the questions that folks, sub humans and retards will ask Google. I like your angle on this subject in this post. It won't be long till Google will be hooking humans up to their big machine, much like the Matrix.
Oh, the humanity. See. Told ya I'd be by, eventually, you clever girl. :)
"Twiterring & Googling of naughty parts". I think we're onto something with these perverts. I like it!
ReplyDeletePop tarts & queef tarts.......... Somebody fetch my Glockenspiel. I have a #1 hit to go write. But you're right, they are a lot alike. No one's ever guessed so correctly until now. Genius, my friend. I can always count on you to "get it" without staring at my five heads. That's a lot of head.
The Googlenator?!? Google Wheel of Death? Google Wheel of Cheese? Google Death Machine? What will they call this thing?
And I am honored by the visit, as usual.
Haha this is hilarious! I am totally dependent on Google and it's all-knowing power. Slave to Google search is me. That's sort of depressing to realize... Eh, oh well.
ReplyDeleteWe all are mama. We all are...
ReplyDeleteAt least I am, hopelessly.
My props to Google. They're taking over the internetz & possibly the world. Like Cartman's trapper keeper 5000.
Everyone talks about Facebook domination, but I have my own theories. Facebook should have picked a perverted name. I bet if they were "Snatchbook" they'd be ahead of the game.
Oh, but if you haven't done it yet, you should try google analytics to see what search terms were used in google that led people to your blog...the results will entertain and sometimes horrify you...hahaha
ReplyDeleteOh my darling hooker... I missed you like a fat kid misses cake at fat camp!!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm terribly concerned that a rhinoceros may come crashing through my door at any given moment... what did Google recommend?
And all was right in the blogosphere again. <3
ReplyDeleteYou fuckin' kill me, sexy mama!!
Those fuckers said a cattle prod or a taser, but not to mace it because then it could get really fucking pissed off. They are the all-knowing, I tell ya!
"why is there a dead pakistani on my couch"
ReplyDeleteIf this happens to you. My question would be...Why is your first instinct to Google it?
@OrganicMeatbag - I know. I gotta stop keeping my blog from Google searches someday.
ReplyDelete@myevil3yearold - Exactly. I just can't wrap my brain around that one.
Googlelution...I like it!
ReplyDeleteIt's been in my brain all week. The word just pops up randomly now. It's great.
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