6.28.2009

my cue to stop stalking myself

I was just reviewing yesterdays hits, and discovered that this blog is the #1 Google search result of the terms Blackest Cock, (K)ris Allen Bulge, and it's pretty high up there on the results of anal cancer.

I know thost links are bum. My server at home doesn't allow me to format hyperlinks unless I do them in HTML and blogger isn't allowing me to save HTML changes today, which explains the lack of spacing in that last post. Don't believe me about the results, as if I could make that up? Go ahead and check it yourself, and then have fun explaining to your family why you are spending time Googling cocks&bulges on a Sunday Morning while the rest of them are at church.

http://blogsearch.google.com/blogsearch?hl=en&um=1&ie=UTF-8&ei=rcNGSrT8A4vyMc2TpbkC&oi=blogsearch_group&ct=title&q=anal%20cancer&sa=N&start=30

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&client=safari&rls=en-us&q=site%3Ablogspot.com%20%22blackest%20cock&aq=f&oq=&aqi=

http://www.google.com/search?q=ris%20allen%20bulges

Could you imagine if I REALLY blogged about my innermost thoughts here?
I keep you guys sheltered from the furthest reaches of my brain for a reason.
It's scary in there.

But apparently strangely sexy and appealing to the general public.

12 degrees {comments}:

sammy said...

wow, blackest cock?? im going to go ahead and keep my thoughts to myself. lol

im with ya on keeping the innermost thoughts in secrecy. if i spewed all the shizz in my brain, i think it would both appeal to some as well as appall!...but mostly the latter.

M.J. said...

I have to admit, if I were searching for the "blackest cock" I'd probably be disappointed to find your site. Good writing, social commentary and humor would not be what I was thinking as I typed those words into my search engine. I'm just sayin'...

Organic Meatbag said...

I heard that "cock wrapped in noodles" also leads to your site...weird!!!

Ophelia Mourne said...

haha blackest cock! creepy and intriguing lolz

the darker and grittier the writer the better for me
I know what you mean about sheltering the readers. If said what I really would want to I would get more hate mail than I already do.
Bad mom, I lack artistry, blah blah blah...

Lora you could write one word over and over again and it would rock my socks. Something in the way...

Susan said...

please blog it, then I will too and we will form our own religion and then we will have revivals but we will call them conferences and then we will tell people the only way to be a kickass blogger is to give us all their money and follow us to our holyland and we would call ourselves "The Chosen blogger"

anniegirl1138 said...

Oy, the dark corners of my mind will not be swept for the general blogging public.

lacochran said...

I am forever amazed at the search terms people find me by. But I am most impressed with yours!

jennifer said...

Bulges and cocks, yes, but
you also love hydrangeas!
You are one complex carbohydrate.

[Shadow Alin] said...

thank you for your kind words :)

Gwen said...

Oh my god, Lora, I feel the same way. The REAL stuff I think is big time scary. I don't know if anyone could handle it. Well, maybe you could. I might start another blog just to get some of those disturbing thoughts out of me and just have a handful of readers (hopefully) who still would like me despite my weirdness.

I personally would LOVE to hear the real scary things in your brain. It probably wouldn't shock me at all, considering what is in my own.

I don't even look at the searches that bring my blog up anymore. I have no idea why my blog would be listed under some of the searches. One time I noticed there was one...something like "Asian woman farting" and my blog was like # 7 or something. Why? I don't even think I ever wrote the word fart in my blog ever.

A Free Man said...

Congratulations!

Joe said...

I know that when I think of black cocks... errr.... wait.

I was QUITE saddened to see that I was listed as a search result for "daughter sucking on her daddy's clock". I'm pretty sure that "clock" was a mis-spelling, and it broke my heart. I wish I could find the person searching for that shit and... and... I don't know... hurt him.