Speaking of disgusting ...
>> Friday, April 17, 2009
This is where drunken internet surfing can lead you ...
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I'm scared. And concerned. And disgusted. And possibly offended.
All right, I can't hold it in any longer.
Two things I have noticed during this period of "I'm officially not posting":
1. My readership (or, more realistically, "readership") has increased dramatically. The number of page visits and views has suddenly sky rocketed. So, I have to wonder if people are trying to tell me something - but if it is a matter of people trying to gently hint to me that my blog is lame, well ... surely there would be much less traffic? Plus, I already know that. You people are hurting my brain.
2. When you're not hurting my brain, you're grossing it out. Some of the most common search terms leading people here? NCIS porn. No, really. How the hell do they get here from that? Are my recaps honestly that sizzling??? What the hell??? I'm worried about you people. You shouldn't be trying to picture Gibbs and Tony in a slashfic pairing, okay? Certainly not on this site. It's sick and wrong and not of the Lord.
Although I have to admit, the weirdest search query to bring someone here? "NCIS name of photocopier". Seriously. HEE HEE HEE!!!
How to scar somebody for life
>> Friday, January 23, 2009
Courtesy of Ms Outraged:
Guess who will be spending the long weekend gouging her eyes out after that? Because for a moment there, it seemed like YOU COULD SEE DOWN THE SIDE OF HIS LEOTARD AND NOBODY NEEDS TO SEE THAT SHIT!
Excuse me, I think I need to lie down.
Hooray!
>> Monday, July 28, 2008
I'm on holidays! Hooray! This is a relief on many levels, not least of which is the fact that there is a serial killer in our office. Seriously. He slithers around the place and talks all monotone. Like, he'll look at you and he's not just mentally undressing you. He's also imagining you without your skin.
Insert full body shudder here. In fact, I'm getting seriously spooked just thinking about it, and I won't even see the creepy freak for two weeks. Oh, and he's completely fixated on my co-worker, Ms Outraged. Poor thing. He was "chatting" to her last week, and here's the subtext:
Lurky McSerialkiller: I like you. You're pretty.
Ms Outraged: You're creepy dude. Fuck off.
Lurky McSerialkiller: No, seriously. You're very pretty. And so is your hair. Your hair is pretty. Shiny!
Ms Outraged: Fuck. Off. Dude. Somebody help me!
Lurky McSerialkiller: Can I have a lock of your hair? It's for the shrine I'm building. It has sketches and stuff from your bin and photos and everything!
Ms Outraged: No, and seriously, fuck off.
Lurky McSerialkiller: Marry me.
Ms Outraged: Fuck off! Fuck off! FUCK OFF INFINITY!!
At which point Ms Hyphenate faked a phone call to rescue the poor thing from his clutches. Shudder. Honestly. I'm afraid that he HAS built a shrine or something, and is planning to abduct her and like, throw her down a well in his basement. Cree. Pee. The whole office is weirded out by him, so can they please GET RID OF HIM ALREADY.
God. GOD.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go and bathe in bleach to rid the crawling feeling just thinking about him causes. And some lye. And some drain cleaner. Because EW!
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