Searches, we get searchesâ„¢

searchesWherein the communicatrix comes up for air and brings with her the waterlogged remainders of a thousand lonely, late-night searches. Well, okay, ten. But that's hardly poetry, is it?

jokes about arrogant, self confident co worker (Yahoo)

A copywriter, a media planner and an account director walk into a bar...

can i get a pedicure if i have a plantar wart? (Ask Jeeves)

Yes, but airbrushing it or affixing bling in the form of rhinestones or miniature initial charms is considered bad form.

non listening overtalking (Google)

Lalalalala, Ican'thearyou, lalalala...

frye boots cock (Google)

You've got to admire the refreshing directness of our friends in the gay community.

"feng shui"+"stairs to the basement" (Google)

(In my best Jan Hooks/Texas tourguide voice), "There's no basement in feng shui!"

i was caught stealing dresses and undies from clothes lines (Google)

I smell a Larry H. Parker poolout...

Dum Dum Dum Duuuuuum (# 67) (Google)

Dum dum dum dum DUUUUUUUUUM (and I'm skipping to #69 because I'm a nasty, nasty girl).

odometer "numbers line up" (Google)

If you're on your way to Vegas, it means put it all on black, dude.

"here's my dick" (Google)

Lalalalala, Ican'thearyou, lalalala...


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