That counter on the left side of this page is pretty neat. It tells me that people actually read this shite. I feel both a sense of love and popularity, mixed in with genuine bewilderment as to why you people actually come back to hear me go on about whatever random crap is in my head at the current time. But that's not the neat thing about it. It actually tracks down what page referred the user onto my humble online abode. For most visits, there is "no referring link", because you have it either bookmarked (awww!) or you keep manually typing in the web address into the URL line, in which case, learn how to bookmark pages you idiot! But then some people have clicked on a link from another page, almost inevitably some random stranger halfway across the world, and almost always from the Google search engine. Not only does it tell me that it's from Google, but it even tells me what terms the person put into the search engine which caused this blog to pop up high on the Google results list. So what words have people put into the search engine to lead them here?
Predictably, when people type in MacGyver, drinking straw, paper clip, or combinations of those words, this blog seems to appear high up on Google's results list. Ok, understandable since that's just the freakin' title of this whole thing.
But then...
Piss straw drinking - ok, that's quite a weird fetish. Whatever floats your boat, sir.
how to build a car out of string, straw and rubber band - Hmmm... someone takes MacGyver a little too seriously
me strangle her - errr.....so I might have had a murderer come across this blog?
crazy, solo acting, nuts, I like nuts - I don't think I've mentioned anthing in this blog about my unrelenting lust for all things nuts
i have a crush on physio - so apparently someone has called their child "Physio"... those parents should be shot
sex and paperclips - woah! Ok, so the guy that's handcuffed to the bed uses the paperclips to unlock himself? 'coz if not I'm struggling to see how paperclips are used in a night of horizontal tango dancing.
But the best one so far...
controlling orgasm rubberband - I'm sorry, mate, but that CANNOT be fun for little Johnny living downstairs
More to the point, why is my blog associated with paperclip sex and rubberband contraception?
