You Searched *What* to Find Me?

On the statistics area of Cloud 8’s admin page, it lists search engine terms that brought people to the blog.  Some of them are really, really whacked.  Please enjoy:

Squeaky hammer  You would be surprised how many times this comes up!  Evidently there are a lot of people out there who want to know more about squeaky hammers.  This one is funny, but at least it makes sense.

Exhaust pipe anatomy   I have no earthly idea why this would lead to me.

This is only mildly relevant, but I always like to provide ideas for interesting reading material for interested kids. Or adults.

Poop arrow  Whuck?  The person who searched this needs to be on a watch list.

Mom sucking dog  I write about mom issues, I write about Doodle Dog, and I say that stuff sucks a LOT.  However, I have never, ever written those words in that order before.  That is nasty.  And I am on enough government watch lists as it is.

Exploding ass.  Hmph.  Expanding, maybe.

These don't look like food because they aren't. They're Oswald's poo.

Oswald pooping  Oswald doesn’t poop.  He is a cartoon octopus and far too adorable to poop.  But if he did, he would poop Froot Loops.

Container store starting to suck  I totally get this one, because the Container Store and I sometimes don’t see eye to eye, but it made me giggle because it seems like the searcher in question believes that The Container Store (which I love but can’t afford) has undergone some sort of transformation that led it to suck.  It used to be cool, but then it changed.

Are Pickles allowed on airplanes  I am really NOT what this person is looking for.  And no, My Pickles is not allowed on airplanes.

Pimped out geriatric scooter  Seriously?  I write ONE post about the blue-hairs in Atlantic City riding around the casinos on their Rascals and I am pigeon holed.

There is a lot of potty googling going on out there and the really weird bits are leading to Cloud 8.  I guess that’s to be expected.  As a matter of fact, it is becoming evident that the neighborhood boys playing outside after school tend to stop at our house when they need to drop their afternoon deuce.  Google that one.