I’m a pastor’s wife looking for inexpensive baby gifts.
Was George Washington brilliant or lucky?
Was George Washington brilliant or lucky?
Why do fat women like Tweety Bird?
I have to sit down blob.
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You don’t want to be in my shoe, my shoe.
Stallone in the dark;
Planet tushy.
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Beer is sabotaging my fat loss.
I’ll claw your eyes out.
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God, God, God, else but God:
Accidentally whole bottle.
How to reply when your answer is stupid?
How to make gargoyle feet?
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Knock knock. Who’s there? Never.
Victorian cats;
Buboes.
Get down, down, down; sit on the premium.
Superman unclothes
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Are there any non-dorky homeschooling parents?
Simcha Fisher gun-wielding butt.
support+wife’s+stupid+ideas:
support+wife’s+stupid+ideas:
Lori Petty theme.
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Disney penis,
Outrageous mustache,
Simcha dog hero.
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Danielle feral,
Awful teeth,
Joke meningitis joke.
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Big fig newton,
X-ray monkey,
“Wonky tonky” meaning.
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Kosher condomes for ivf;
Mamamamamamamamamamamamamama.
How is being told your butt is abig a complement to a girl?
He is a chubby man.
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Simcha Fisher
Modesty debate.
I will make you fishers of pants.
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Holy cow. Are these your searches? So much awesomeness I did not know could fit on a single page!
Yep, I only added punctuation. My readers are nuts.
Happy Halloween to you, too! Blessings!
That last one just made my day.
I think you should rename your blog to “Fishers of Pants.”
Oh yes. Please?
The line about “big fig newton” was my favorite…
I adore it when you do these poems. Can your butt really wield a gun? That would be EPIC!!!!!
Hahaha insane
Fishers of pants…heehee! 🙂
Oh, gosh, I think I am responsible for one of those searches!
I wonder how many people purposely google your name together with other weird words in hopes of making it into one of your poems. Just me? I didn’t make the cut this time though.
Oh, so that was you! I laughed and laughed my gun-wielding butt off when I saw that, but somehow I forgot to put it into the file of search terms for later use, and I didn’t remember it until I had already run the post.
This sounds like the poem that T.S. Eliot and Groucho Marx should have written together.
My favorite: support+wife’s+stupid+ideas.
Dear me. This is crazy. And hilarious. How does it work?…
They’re all direct quotes from my WordPress stats page. If you have a blog, you can install a program that tells you what people searched for (on Google or whatever) when they arrived at your page. It’s . . . surprising.