holy crap!

ok....so there have been a large number of people who have found my site looking for "midget bodybuilders" i didn't think that was so popular but then...what do i know.
my favorite search to land on my site was "conspiracy of anemic masturbators".
there have been a few "tony danza's tap dance extravaganza".
a number of 'monkey' references.
even a "crackheads and tooth decay" search.

but what the hell? someone just found my site looking for "injecting liquids into penis"! what's up with that?

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frankysbride said…
well...*i* got here through Dawn's Tiny Voices In My Head. *bg*
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