When Google is Not Your Friend

Today is the day for me, Dissy, to fly solo on the ol’ bloggy blog. Let’s see what I come up with.

I struggle with ideas, which is the reason we have committed to only having one day off a week. Supposedly, regularly working the old mind keeps the creative juices flowing or some shit like that.

I was perusing Google for something good and assholey to talk about because I’m still recovering from a bit of an episode yesterday, so my system is still in the middle of rebooting.

I had to be to work super early yesterday for overtime. In wanting to make sure my dog had the proper attention before I left her for the day, I walked off having completely forgotten to make sure I was taken care of. I left without taking my medication (antidepressants), and I didn’t take any with me or have any in my desk at work as a back up.

I had no idea withdrawals to antidepressants could kick in so fast. The longer I sat at my desk, the more I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. The fun part was the vertigo. Well, that and when I told a lady I would not talk to her customer because I do not work for her company. Eventually, the work day did come to an end, I made it home without driving off the Valley View Bridge, and I was able to take my last dose of the day. The best part of the day was being able to snuggle up with my Daisy-Lou.

but… I digress…

Usually, I count Google as one of my friends, but, in this particular instance, I’m going to have to say “not so much.”

Most of them actually had to do with one’s ass hole, which, to me, is way different than an asshole. Your ass hole is where poop comes from. Your asshole is me (and Barb). Anyhow… Probably the one that amused me most was, “How to Safely Stretch Your Anus.” *scratches head*

Why? Oh… wait… never mind.

That reminds me of a term I learned back on MySpace waaaaaaay back in the day. “goatse.” check it out if you dare. Warning: If you subscribe to “decorum,” “manners,” if you have “class,” or anything of the kind, do NOT look that up.

Wow… I just checked. It even has its own Wikipedia entry. and… it’s still there.

Okay… You back now? You know you went and looked. It’s okay. I understand. I have a curious nature myself. I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. Just tell me down there in the comments if you did or if you didn’t. hahaha… see what I did there?

Well, now that I’ve rambled for a sufficient length of time, I will promise to you that tomorrow will be the beginning of something super neato. Tomorrow is the first installment of Tandem Tuesday!!

Stay tuned!!

Cent’anni, Bitches!

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