Someone keeps searching this site for the words “throat yogurt.” Another big search here seems to be “urination stories”.

I guess we all have to make decisions about what to do with our spare time on the Internet.

I can just picture these people too, sitting in some mold infested, filthy apartment with Jerry Springer on in the background.

Or a balding guy in a suit overlooking central park, typing away at Google, searching for the mother load. He probably had a sandwich for lunch. I’m thinking pastrami on a rye, brown mustard, a fountain drink with too much ice. Hasn’t bought his own underwear since college. His wife, who settled, probably still buys three packs of Hanes when they’re on sale. What a fucking momo.

My imagination is really too active for my own good.