On the interweb

Coming close to the end of my work deadlines and some much needed down time when writing can once again take prominence. In the meantime I wanted to share some interesting links I found on the internet this week.

The question this week is why Google yourself when you can Gizoogle yourself. Here is my entry:

'Mae Archer knew dat biiiiatch wanted ta be a thug since dat biiiiatch was a cold-ass lil child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Biatch loved listenin ta her grandmother’s war stories bout Gangsta maidens fallin up in ludd wit thugged-out Yankees while England burnt under tha Luftwaffe’s blitz.

When her dope ass discovered romizzle novels as a teenager her big-ass booty soon realised dat her trip thang was ta be a romizzle thug n' shiznit fo' realz. After nuff game twists n' turns she’s makin her trips come true.

Her real game is like one of her grandmother’s stories. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch kicked it wit a gangbangin' foreigner whoz ass travelled all up in Australia n' dat shiznit was ludd at first sight. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch hooked up his ass six months afta they kicked it wit n' every last muthafuckin dizzle since has been a adventure.'

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This is what happens when men pose like motorcycle babes. We realise how ridiculous our idea of sexuality is. Personally I find the guys sexier than the girl. The lesson-we need more men striking up sexy poses!

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This made me squirm. I am so guilty of this!