Showing posts with label Shook Up Like A Bag of Chips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shook Up Like A Bag of Chips. Show all posts
Monday, September 5, 2011
Popular Posts
I's tired, lawd, I's tired.. don't ask me why I start talking with a southern accent when I'm tired and I'm from northern Ontario, I's jest do.
Before I go to bed I just wanted to point out the Popular Posts section at the right side of this blog. It's a Blogger gadget that tallies up the posts people visit most and ranks them. I think it's mostly perverts and potato chip fetishes that visit my blog. Your fine self excluded, of course.
The most popular post I've ever posted is Shook Up Like A Bag of Chips because everybody is always googling photos of potato chip bags. WHY? Just tell me why? Is it a kinky thing? I mean, WTF people? I can understand eating them but googling them? Weird chip-googling weirdos.
I totally understand the X is for X-Rated post and the Beavers and Other Endings post. Fecking pervs. But I don't get The Ants Go Squishy One By One, unless they're looking for exterminators. Or maybe it's sickos who are bored with burning ants under a magnifying glass and want to try something more hands-on.
As for the Rant #3? Who the hell knows.
It's certainly not good writing that keeps 'em coming back for more because these were some of the WORST posts I've ever posted.
The only thing I know for sure is people got a potato chip fixation and if I really want to get Dave's engine revving I'd be just as far ahead to dress up in a potato chip bag as I would in Saran Wrap.
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