2017 Year In Review

 

It’s 2018!  Holy shit, we’re more than halfway through the first quarter of the 21st century!  Time is just flying, and—it must be said—some of you are getting old.

 

Not me, of course, but some of you.  Which is weird for me to watch, but I’m trying to be gracious about it.  Me, I just throw things at Offspring when I’m blaring Aerosmith (kitchen cleanup goes so much nicer with a classic rock playlist—try it!) and he says, “This is Nirvanna, right?”  Then he says we wouldn’t have this argument if I’d listen to music less than 150 years old, and I remind him who taught him to love Meatloaf and Bon Jovi and we agree to a truce because it’s not possible to keep fighting while you’re belting out Living on a Prayer.

 

LOTR Boromir meme "One does not simply stop singing Livin' on a Prayer"

 

 

Where were we?  Riiiight… 2018.  which means that 2017 is officially behind us—yay!

 

And that means… drumroll… It’s time for me to pile together all those weird and wonderful search terms people used to find my humble little humor blog (I have to mention, periodically, that it is a humor blog, because that’s the only way WordPress knows; apparently you have to use the keyword, because having a humor blog is just like having a yoga blog—you use the word a lot, and that’s what your blog is about.   Humor.  Funny.)  Actually, I sorted them into an Excel list, and then picked through the rubbish for the humor gold, but you get the idea.  Here then are my favorite ways people found us last year.  Starting with the most popular Google result:

 

 

  1. Actual conversations with my husband.

Well done you!  You knew what you were looking for and you found me—I hope—straightaway.  The system works!  Not sure if I should ask you to just bookmark it or subscribe or whatever, or if your continued googling of my exact blog name is somehow good for me.  See also the people who google the exact url of a particular post; can someone who knows something about this stuff tell me how to feel here?  Also, I promise this is the last boring one… I just had questions.

 

  1. Amazon

Yes, really.  I’m… confused?  First off, who the hell is googling amazon?  Were you looking for information on THE Amazon, as in the rainforest?  Because if you don’t include the the, Google gets confused and assumes you mean the megacorp that sells books and George Foreman grills and vibrators.  Which… okay, I just googled “amazon” and came up with a whole page of just amazon’s various links, then several pages of articles about amazon.  How deep did you dig to find my post about the pussy pump?  Oh no, no, no!  It wasn’t just that, was it?  Nope!  This was the second most popular result (excepting “unknown search results,” which still appears at the top of the list because Google hates me.  Probably because I hate them right back.)  What the hell, people? 

You know what I think?  I think these people googled “amazon” so many times that Google finally had enough of their shit and was like, “you know what?  This lady returns vibrators—go hang with her.”

I’m surprisingly okay with that referral system.

 

  1. What are waits me and my husband in 2017?

Sorry, I missed this one when it would have been relevant.  Also, I am not psychic and can’t tell you how your 2018 is going to go either… but I hope you’ll take up reading as a hobby and your grasp of the language will improve as a result.  

 

  1. Story of a woman being fucked by a stranger.

That’s… not a story you’ll find on my blog.  I just checked.  I could tell that story, if you’re really interested, but it’s not one I’m proud of.  It got weird, and he didn’t leave the country when he said he was going to… and he turned out to be a competitive yo-yoer.  Yes, that’s a thing.  I told you I wasn’t proud!

Zooey Deschanel "You can't just say you're gonna do things and then not do them"

Yeah, but I try to only tell stories when there’s expressed interest.

 

  1. How to color jerkface page 49 fuck off I’m coloring.

Hey, you came to me.  Now fuck off, because I’ve got to finish this list so I can get back to my awesome coloring book.*

 

  1. Husband wants me to get Botox.

Tell him to fuck right off, because your face (or armpits or feet or whatever) is on your body and that shit belongs to you.  Also, have him read the thing I hope you found, because everyone should know what can happen.  If you do get Botox, I hope it goes well and you do it for all the right reasons for you.

 

  1. What kind of knife sincere things can I write in a birthday card to my husband

Sorry, I’m hung up on your use of the word knife; have you considered just drawing a bread knife in there?  I mean, steak knives and daggers are sort of trite, but a bread knife shows you care—and that you’re willing to make him a sammich if he doesn’t like the card!  If that’s not sincere enough for you, please consider enclosing an actual knife with the card—a Swiss army job, or one of those little cocktail swords should fit nicely.

 

  1. Stranger adventure blow job

See #4.  Also, I’m sorry.  You must have been really disappointed with this blog. 

Kristen Wiig saying "You bet your big fat cock I am"

 

  1. Why I disturb my husband

Because you put knives in his birthday card, maybe?  

 

  1. Fucking behind my husband’s back

Either he’s a medical anomaly or you’re talking about cheating.  I’m going to pretend it’s the first thing, because that’s funnier to me. 

So your husband’s penis is located at the base of his spine: not to worry, this can actually be a lot of fun!  Think about it: his head will make an excellent book stand in case you need… inspiration, you can both watch Netflix even when you’re on top, and you can fuck in positions the rest of us can’t even imagine.  You’re living the dream!  I mean, not my dream… but I’ll bet if you connect with googlers #4 and #8, you’ll find you’re living their dream, and that’s something!

Jesus, can we get off the sex stuff now?  Please?

 

  1. Husband loves fuzzy socks

Your husband and I have that in common; he is clearly a man of refined taste and excellent judgment.  I don’t see the problem.

 

  1. Husband called me fat in an argument

Call him a cab.  He can pack his own fuckin’ bag.

Honey Boo Boo "bye"

Seriously, there’s fighting dirty and there’s begging for a divorce.  That shit right there crosses the line.  If your partner finds you unfuckable because of your weight or your appearance (see Botox shit above) or personal hygiene reasons or whatever, that’s the sort of thing you bring up gently, not while fighting, and in front of a qualified therapist.  Or you get a lawyer and sort it that way.  You dredge it up in a fight only because you’ve chosen to be a raging dick and I already hate you.  

 

  1. Pee drinking hubby

You know what?  Here.  YOU’RE FUCKING WELCOME.

Man drinking from urinating monkey

You brought this on yourself.

 

  1. As a stranger pees on me

Right.  I’ve had just about enough of this.

You know what bugs me about this one?  What—and I’m going to get some questionable results for this turn of phrase, mark my words—chaps my ass?  I saw when this one started to come through, and was so confused I plugged this phrase into the offending search engine.  I WAS THE THIRD RESULT.  I came in above the porn.  I’ve since fallen in the rankings, but that whole week I was afraid to leave the house.  (At opposed to all the other times, when I wear yoga pants and refuse to leave the house because I’d have to put on real pants and a bra.)

And I haven’t even told you about the time Husband’s attempt to ask for dirctions in Budapest went very, very wrong…

 

  1. My husband is a pussy

So it’s going to be that sort of day, is it?  Fine, let’s talk pussy.  Pussies are amazing.  They take a beating like no other body part and bounce back like fucking Robert Downey Junior (hotter, better, and with a whole new skill set.)  If you’re married to someone who is as sensitive, flexible, versatile and tough as a vagina, you are one lucky individual.  Plus, you know…

Man dressed as vagina asks, "Where's the clitoris?"

Probably not a problem.

 

If, on the other hand, you meant to say that your man is weak, that he doesn’t meet your expectations of dudeliness, that he is a wimp… I’m sorry?  You should for sure talk to him about that.  Gently, but firmly.  I promise, he can take it.  After all… he’s a pussy.

 

Man in vagina costume touches face, says "I'm the clitoris!"

If your husband actually looks like this, I owe you an apology.  I also owe Offspring $20.

 

 

  1. Peeing on husband

I’m sensing a trend here.  Clearly, my blog has become less about my life with a nutty enginerd who says (and does) stupid things and more about the weird sex stuff y’all want to talk about.  Otherwise, why would Google keep sending you here?

Sorry, I’ve never peed on my husband.  He only pees on strangers, and only when he’s drunk, and only while at sea.  If that really revs your engine, here’s that story.  Bookmark it, print it out, share it with friends and tell everyone I’m a great one-handed read.  Fuck if I care anymore. 

 

  1. A humor tale in a commujnist country

I’m so happy to actually have what someone was looking for, I’m going to completely overlook the fact that you misspelled communist.  In fact, I’m choosing to be extra-happy that Google connected us in spite of the misspelling!  Yes, I do indeed have humorous stories that take place near a communist country, and one about my husband accidentally invading one.  Glad to be of service!

 

  1. Knock me up before my husband does

Who did you think you were going to find—on Google—to fulfill this request? 

Bitch, this is what Craigslist is for.

But fine, whatever, you found me.  And I am not qualified to knock you up.  Neither is Husband.  We’ve both taken precautions, because babies are expensive and messy and smelly and gross.  So I hope you found some other stuff to keep you entertained, or at least the backbone to tell your man that you don’t want to bear his crotchfruit, because I probably live too far away to help you anyway.  But, on the off chance that your womb is still unoccupied and you’re in danger of bearing a legitimate fuck trophy instead of the bastard of your dreams, I hope you find this post and learn about Craigslist.  Craigslist! 

 

  1. Pussy joke

Umm… okay.

What’s the difference between parsley and pussy?

Nobody eats parsley.

Nick Offerman's adorable laugh

 

  1. Morning after cuckold conversation

Ah.  So your penis is not located at the base of your spine, then?  Bummer.  We were all so excited to learn more about you.  Best of luck with that difficult conversation—let me know how it turns out, eh?

 

  1. Insert pussy

That’s not how they work.  Look, I don’t often suggest this but… I think you need to watch more porn.

 

  1. Mac and cheese donut recipe

Oh, did I forget to post that?  I thought I explained pretty well, between the video and my notes… Look, you just make whatever boxed mac & cheese thrills you deep down, adding some flour to the cheese so it gets more… you know, moldable?  Then you plonk that into your mini Bundt pans (or donut molds, if you’re one of those people) and freeze it.  Then do your standard egg and breadcrumb business, adding Cheetos if you’re awesomeing as hard as I do, then fry dat shit up.  Bake ‘em to finish the inside, then eat in shame-glazed delight.  Because you’re a goddamned grown-up, and nobody can stop you. 

 

  1. Blanket for corpse

Wow… the conversation went that bad, did it? 

Okay, don’t panic.  First thing: a blanket won’t help you.  Take it from me, you’re just going to end up with a smelly blanket.  What you need is a drop cloth.  If you didn’t have the foresight to do your murdering over 6 mil plastic, look around for a handy throw rug.  In the absence of a throw rug, take your box cutter or knife (check your birthday card, I think she put one in there) and pull up a bit of the carpet at the edge of the room you’re standing in.  If you’re lucky, there’s beautiful hardwood underneath and you can roll up the bodies in that nasty ol’ carpet; no one will even question why you’re hauling it out.  Problem solved!

 

 

 

 

And that’s it—those were my picks from the 2017 search terms.  Which, in hindsight, I probably should have been reviewing and sharing along the way, because I had to leave a lot out for the sake of brevity.  As it is, this post is more than double my preferred word count.  Maybe this year I’ll try doing them quarterly?  I know I don’t have enough good material to go monthly yet… maybe we could start a campaign to google weird shit and see how far down in your search results I turn up? 

People who know more about Internet Things than I do, please verify this is a great idea.

 

jennifer lawrence sarcastic "okay, sure"

 

 

 

 

 

 

* Yep, that’s an example of an affiliate link.  As previously stated, I’d like to get rid of the ads someday, but that costs money and we have a rule in this house that I can’t spend more on the blog than I already do unless it’s bringing in some cash.  Plus, you should really go buy all of Jenny Lawson’s books anyway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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11 comments on “2017 Year In Review

  1. Phil Taylor says:

    Well done! I love the search terms! Yours are even weirder than mine and by publishing them you’ve created a a sort of self perpetuating loop that will cause more people to come to your blog for the same terms.

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    • I worry about that, but nobody is finding this blog by searching “humor blog marriage.” Mostly I feel bad for the people who were looking for a place where they could find acceptance of their weird-ass lifestyle in which strangers pee on them daily, but instead they got a story about that time I nearly got arrested while he bought pants.

      I feel like I let them down, you know?

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  2. My son is in the other room reading his science book and I am desperately trying to stifle the laughter and I think I’m going to pop a blood vessel or two in the process.

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  3. Mrs. Peel says:

    Is there any chance it was the British knock up, as in visit?

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    • I wasn’t aware of that usage until just now… and now I’ve got even more questions. Because why does she need anyone visiting before her husband does for other than ellicit reasons? Is she worried he won’t approve of her Tupperware habit? Where does he think the food is getting stored? Why is he only visiting?

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  4. Arionis says:

    I always love the search term related posts. Dying here! Man there sure were a lot of pussy and peeing in those.

    When I graduated boot camp, my parents and sister visited and we all went to a theme park for my first liberty weekend. I ran across another guy who I had hung around with that was in my company. He, my sister, and I went into one of those recording booths they had and sang Livin’ on a Prayer. After listening to the playback on cassette (yeah, it was 1987) I “simply” asked that the evil thing be destroyed. But evil was allowed to endure that day. The tape is still out there somewhere and if it is ever found, the bearer of that burden must immediately take it and cast it in the fires of Mt. Doom.

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  5. Ah hello, glad to see you made it to 2018..I just about got here myself today… Serious outbreak of Aussie flu in the gaff so Christmas was a bit of a non starter. Happy new year and hope to catch up with you again soon 😉

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  6. Lutheranliar says:

    I just spit Diet Coke all over my iPad

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