I was asleep when I wrote yesterday’s blog entry.
There’s a very good chance I’m asleep right now.
T0 keep me awake, here’s a haiku written from three of last week’s search terms used to find my blog.
Private office girls
Immobile obese dating
Men love feminists
I know. I’m like, so deep.
Here’s our top 10:
- Woman on toilet poo
- Was Charles Manson physically attractive?
- My boobs on display for the frat guys
- Where can I buy fake butt pads?
- Why gay marriage should never be legalized and America Rocks! The girl with the blog
- Reading blogs makes me feel bad about myself
- Man stretching belly button
- Central Tennessee spanking professionals
- How to get my sister fatter
- What are the features of a fetal pig?
To next week. Or whatever.
The girl who is the difference between a hockey mom and a pit bull
Partially because they are funny, mostly because I’m lazy, I have declared Sunday the official day of “Blog Search Terms.” If ever there was an avenue to expose the sick, degenerate, enemies of society, it would be my blog, the one place they all convene.
In honor of the first Sunday Night Roundup I give you this haiku, once again composed solely of blog search terms:
Fat girl on toilet
Poop in your belly button
Your lunch smells like shit
Here is Our Top Ten
1. Chuck Norris fanny pack
2. Walmart boner dressing room
3. Don’t celebrate Mother’s Day
4. Webcam girls unhygienic
5. Naked girl eye chart
6. Newborn belly button pus
7. Hannah smells like poo
8. Sweatpants can make you fatter
9. Blood and pus in belly button
10. Involuntary single woman
I Don’t know about you, but I’m feeling pretty positive about the state of the world.
See you next week for another Sunday Night Roundup. And just remember, the best part of a Sunday is
the free wine at church reading the girl with the blog’s blog.
The girl “missing her Victoria’s Secret sweatpants” (another search term)
But things are changing rapidly and I’m still trying to figure out who the f*** moved my cheese. Human Resources professional in the house, yo!
I just lost half of my readers.
I would like to tell you all about my recent life changes, but I am 99% sure no one cares except for my parents who, by default can only get through about half of each blog entry before the obligation to remind me of how much of a disappointment I am kicks in. Haha, JK! (not really)
So instead I will sum it all up with this haiku, written with phrases taken verbatim from Google search terms used to find my blog:
The Girl with the Blog
Fat Woman Empty Wallet
Now let’s watch baby wood ducks bounce on their bellies!!!!!!
Aren’t you glad you read this blog?
The girl who abuses the first amendment
“If it weren’t for beards I’d probably be a lesbian.” -Lena aka the girl with the blog (November 2011)
Beards. What is there to say about beards that has not already been said by me in a previous blog entry? Plenty. So today I am devoting the English language and my blogging efforts to beards. Why? Because I’m bored, unemployed, and considering taking testosterone injections just to have my own to play with. Join me on a journey of love, lust, and rabid devotion to the beard; the single characteristic responsible for my checkered past of dating Republicans.
In order to prepare you, dear readers, for the stimulating voyage of beard worship, I am going to share a few of my own, creative writings about beards, featured in my upcoming self-published literary debut “Strip down, you’re rocking a beard,” available now in my imagination.
I will start with two Insightful Acronyms Marking Profound Appreciation Toward Helping Erotic Traits Indefinitely Continue (IAMPATHETIC)
Right, right? Not even a little creepy that I wrote these…eh hem.
I shall continue now with two traditional Haikus:
Whiskers in the Wind
Scratchy facial pubes
Bushy sexy jawlines please
Destroy all razors now
I’m in Stubble
Boring dates with nice goatees
Poor romantic choices
Now that I have sufficiently roused your shared passion of beards and frightened you to your core, I shall move on. Let’s take a look at:
Famously, Fabulous Beards Throughout History:
No one rocked a beard better than humanity’s common perception of early man. With that ravenous, facial frock, it’s no wonder cavemen and women hardly kept their clothes on.
Jesus didn’t ‘eff around when it came to his beard. His constant access to fruity alcohol beverages wasn’t the only reason he was known as the LL Cool J of Nazarath.
(Ladies Love Cool Jesus, suckers!)
It wasn’t just his tall frame and “come hither” stare that drove the 1860 Electoral delegates into a passionate frenzy. It is a little known fact that after Abe’s 1865 assassination, Congress organized two memorial services in his honor; one for him, one for the beard.
Often referred to as”the quiet Beatle” George Harrison and his beard are the main reason I refer to him as “the sexiest Beatle.” I am so into his “Concert of Bangladesh” look, I found myself *gasp* waiting for Bob Dylan’s part to end, just to indulge on more of Georgie boy’s luscious facial locks. Myyyy Sweeeeet Lord!
Tom Hanks knows how to sport a beard. He does a lot, frequently when vying for an Oscar. All I can say is this: Forest was a mentally challenged running enthusiast who scored a slutty chick like Jenny. One might question, how he could pull off such a feat? Exhibit A: Bearding out all over the place. And then we have Cast Away. Don’t know the character’s name, don’t care. What I do care about is his ability to manifest a loving relationship with an inanimate object. That takes a lot of finesse. A lot of skill. You know what else? A lot of beard.
Hope for a Bearded Future
As you can see, beards, both modest and unruly, have been a constant feature sexyifying men since the beginning of time. But as a young woman in 2011, I fear for the future of beards. With the constant feminizing of men, with chest waxing, mani-pedi specials, and bathing, I fear that men will rapidly decrease their beard harboring. Frankly I don’t know if I want to bring my children into a world of baby-faced men, and if I can’t find an impressive enough beard, I probably won’t have the opportunity to!
So as a last stitch effort to promote the importance of beards, I ask all of you readers, who support my unhealthy obsession, to stand up now. If we are going to put an end to the fading popularity of the beard, everyone needs to chip in. Start by sharing this blog post with all of the non-believers of the world, promoting the conservation of the beard. If you know beardless men, particularly young ones in their 20’s, belittle their bare-face until they cry, followed by mockery of their tears and the reassurance that only growing a beard can secure their manhood once again. Do your part. I will do mine. And we can ring in 2012 with hairy faces and happy hearts.
The girl in need of psychiatric evaluation