more important sociological research, courtesy of the folks google sends us:
q. Mr Sun blink his eyes at me Oh! that’s nonsense, now you are talking foolish she said.
a. funny, i said that very same thing, just this morning. wait, no i didn’t. my mistake.
q. “idiot mode” fuck
a. i knew before i clicked this one, i’d be number one. sure enough.
q. What’s life like in Reems?
a. well, i doubt you’d find that information in a page entitled “pimpin’ like a madwoman“, but nice try.
q. lizard hope
a. it’s better for lizards not to get their hopes up
q. short midgets
a. nope. too easy.
q. midgets with dogs
a. oh how i wish i could believe this is a search for an appropriate pet for a little person. (aside: i knew the consequences when i posted that rambling tangent inspired by a prøn spam subject line, and i’m not complaining. just trippin’.)
Sorry could not let that one go.
the thought of lizard walking a midget and dog, LMFTO, (laugh my fucking tits off)
oh boy, stop it…. Hi ho hi ho its off to see the lizard we go, woof.*owww*hahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahhaha. im still on the floor.
just a minute and i’ll get my cape and eyepatch, standback its its its BaldFatGuy to the rescue.