*An idea stolen shamelessly from Mr. Noord. (Although I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to offer such hilarious commentary.)
But I do agree wholeheartedly that these search gems shouldn’t be left to the archival hallows of the wordpress e-ether and should rather be shared for the ridiculousness they are.
And hell, I don’t care how people get here, as long as they come back:
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rub your breast with vicks (feel the burn, baby, feel the burn)
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round turds (not getting enough fibre, perhaps?)
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binne poes pienk (a lovely shade indeed. Perfect for Bridesmaid’s dresses, it seems)
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snogmanay (my favourite holiday!)
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mammiferous (Scarlett O’Hara syndrome)
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girls big turds (girl’s don’t do that sort of thing. Really. Pfft.)
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boobies and paint (= a whole lotta fun)
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wynberg military hospital (I am NOT undergoing any experimental testing. Seriously.)
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cold breath dark (better than morning breath bad)
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rubber vita pictures (Not on your life, bucko)
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dirty birthday jokes (This bottle of Handy Andy walks into a bar….)
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alone girl (not me *grin*)
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dick kukard cape town (Another Clive Clussler Classic)
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la dolce vita wimbledon (My secret womble identity revealed!)
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works sucks (you think?)
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story nurse “first penis” (It was a dark and stormy night…)
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reverse cowgirl tips (make sure the horse hasn’t had too much fibre)
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etiquettes for boys articles (boys can never has too many etiquettes)
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politician falls off chair (No comment…still giggling)
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dolce penis (For the last time….I do not have a penis. Not even a “first penis”. But I am rather fond of them.)
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How to make a wanking machine (some people are sooooooo lazy)
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Fallate me now (I find chocolates and flowers work better than demands, young man. Pffft)
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Granny Poen (Well, Grannies need a little lovin’ too, I suppose)
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Penis hamburger (Would you like fries with that, Mrs Bobbit?)
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Redrow fishpaste (Not so much, thanks. *gag*)
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Lesbians in Benoni (I’m sure there are. Lots. With tow trucks. And stuff.)
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the song about a whale with bad breath (no doubt with a cunning google ad for orca dentistry)
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eucadendron cheeky (and other impolite fynbos stories)
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stained jocks (should be burned)
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poen moves (Sheesh. You mean you don’t expect it to just lie there?)
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huge calves (only if you’re an orca. With or without bad breath)
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how to not get blisters of winkle picker (leave the winkles alone)
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marshmallow underwear poem (not to be worn in front of the fire)
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“Bristling” Used in a Song (the hedgehog love songs greatest hits)
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itching on bollocks (I have no experience here, sorry)
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all alone without a poen to call his own (transgender issues perhaps?)
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crack chafe (Ja. Ok. I admit. There was this one time….)
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stomach churning accidents (finding this blog, perhaps?)
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burning ring of fire (Oh, so you’ve also eaten at Mrs Pandiachis House of Curry?)
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Epic cleavage (The Dolly Parton Story)
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Weird leg muscle from bad shoes (*snort*)
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dolce twilight pussy (“Memories, all alone in the moonlight…”)
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Wedding readings for bikers (Harley be thy name…)
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tease me with furry slippers (you’ve got to be joking….these babies are staying right where they belong; toasting me own foots!)
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dark foreboding path (travelling the “c” roads of South Africa)
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women crush man in garbage truck fantasy (he left the toilet seat up, didn’t he?)
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This dark thing (that dark thing, here a thing, there a thing, everywhere a thing thing)
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a man lived by a sewer (Luxury, LUXURY. When I was a lass, we licked the sewer clean, just for breakfast)
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Naked horse (You sick, sick people. Say NEIGH to horse nudity!)
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Dork bone (is that tortology?)
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August rush raise it up piano partition (I’m not entirely sure what your point is?)
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Condoleezza rice vita (A new rice snack at a store near you!)
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Slut diaries (aaaaah. Teh innerweb)
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Stokkies slippers (my mum’s got a pair you can have. Please. I’ll throw in a terry cloth robe and some hair curlers?)
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Insanity 749 (And other tales of flying SAA)
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Sorry, your comment has been rejected (Never! I’m a comment fiend. I love comments. Who said this?)
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Slut toes (Look, just because my toes like a little attention, doesn’t mean you can start with the name calling)
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I want to keep the stain (Yes Monica)
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Jumping out of a cake (Aliens invade the other side of the mountain)
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Where can I buy a corset in Cape Town (when you find out, can you please let me know? Ta muchly!)
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Trourok designs (the evil machinations of the possessed wedding dress)
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Hen Party bitching problems (whole lotta women in a room? sex toys? booze? Someone getting hitched? There is going to be bitching….deal with it)
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la shirt with machine gun (that Zuma’s started something, really)
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“not everything is about you” translation (But it *is* about me, in every language, dammit
heh heh heh)


“…Harley be thy name…” *snort* A fine beginning you have made, young padawan.
Inspiring! i’ve got a half finished list that i was doing in tribute to the noord-meister as well. maybe before the end of
the weekend the year….@ Kyk > *bows* I can but learn my Master.
@ Dais > Work avoidance is a beeeoooooOOoootiful thing.
This is hysterical!! ‘Slut toes?’ WTF?
@ Peas > Yeah, my toes get around! Apparently.
I actually think I know what the person was looking for who did the “penis hamburger” search! How worrying. Some Ozzie duo stage act (could it be any other nationality!) does a show where they “twist” their penises into looking like various objects. They even visited SA with their show recently. I had the joys of being shown the published book of this brilliance & talent this past weekend. My mother, in particular, was in hysterics at the book. Hmmmm.
@ Champers > Spot on, Bubbles. It was this post that did it, I suspect.
Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!
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