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Showing posts with label Alicia Sacramone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Alicia Sacramone. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

To discuss Google failing the well-intended

Dear Google searchers:

Hey, what's going on? It's been a couple months since I last wrote to you, when you were voraciously looking for Alicia Sacramone's leotard-covered nipples. (Did you find them? Let me know...also, let Child Services know.) I figured I'd try to help out those of you who recently used Google to find your soul-searching answers, only to be led astray to porn sites, unattended Angelfire accounts and this blog.

The following are all actual Google searches that led people to WildARSChase (courtesy of Sitemeter):
  • "Quarantine and the Doomsday Virus": Let me help you out here. DON'T SEE QUARANTINE MY GOD MAN HIDE THE WOMEN AND CHILDREN THIS MOVIE IS GOD SMITING THE WICKED. Also, the Doomsday Virus is a rabies-like disease that makes people eat each other's necks off, not unlike an overzealous teenage boy attempting his first hickie.
  • "Karaoke Girlicious Blogspot": Were you going to sing a karaoke song done by Girlicious? Did that train wreck girl group ever put out a song? Couldn't you just do something by the Pussycat Dolls? (make sure you wear only leather chaps and a studded bra)
  • "Was Tyra wearing flip-flops in the latest Friday Night Lights when she takes Cash back?": First off, you need to learn something called "keywords"- it helps you avoid long sentences in a Google search. Also, I'm not sure if she was, but I doubt it. Tyra rarely wears clothes on that show, which I highly anticipate watching when it returns to NBC.
  • "Fake money that looks rely": I'm guessing you mean real. I'm hoping you meant real. Anyway, you could always get a job and make real money, which would solve the problem. You could earn scores of Sacagewea dollars doing that. You could also build up a major, Wall Street company, run it into the ground, and then gleefully collect a government payout. Just a thought.
  • "Aundrea problem child": You're already off-course. Aundrea, of Danity Kane fame, is an angel, and would be the mother of my future children if Capricorn would let me (she won't). Blame things on Aubrey, who has tot
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    ally spiraled into a shell of her former self.
  • "Alicia Sacramone Crotch": Really? You're still looking for that? I just don't get it.


Thursday, August 28, 2008

To discuss answering the prayers of Google searchers

Dear Google search dudes and dudettes:
I feel both indebted to you and worried for you. Last week, because of your voracious keyword searches, you sent my visitor totals sky high, likely directly causing a hole in the ozone layer that won't soon be repaired through diligent car pooling and recycling. I appreciate that effort, even if you left terribly disappointed by my blog not having the answers or nudity you sought.
To make it up to you, I thought I'd try to answer some of questions posed and provide some of the content you were looking for. I'm just that type of guy.* The following are all actual Google searches that led people to WildARSChase.
  • "How to Make Vending Machines Accept Fake Money" Excellent question. First, go to the bank. Hand them a dollar bill. Ask for the most fake looking U.S. (or Aussie, for reader AmyXXOO and friends) currency available. The teller, without hesitating, will hand you a shiny gold Sacagawea dollar. You will smile, knowing that nothing could be more fake looking that the U.S. Treasury trying to pass off a gold coin with an Indian guide on it as real currency. Next, go to your nearest vending machine. Shove that golden dollar in with gusto, mucho gusto (that's right. I just threw word play and random Spanish in there. That lesson comes free of charge).
  • "Needed to pee" This one worries me. You needed to pee, but you were doing Google searches? Fortunately, the answer is easy. Find a toilet. Lower your pants. Wait for golden relief. Call the doctor if it burns a little.
  • "Synchronized gangsta swimsuits" I'm not quite sure those are real things. But, not wanting to disappoint, I'll hazard a guess. Perhaps that means you're looking for the U.S. mens' swimming relay team's Speedos, with a blue flag hanging out the backside, but only on the left side, because, as Snoop Dogg informed us, that's the Crip side.
  • "Alicia Sacramone boob size" Bigger than yours, smaller than Aubrey Pocket's.**
  • "Alicia Sacramone's boyfriend" See Me, That's.
  • "Does James Franco have a Facebook page?" Even if he does, will he really add you as his friend? Better question: If he does, does he use the bumper sticker application? What would his bumper say? "My best work was in Freaks and Geeks, and that ain't bad."
  • "Girlicious spandex" I can't help you here. The fact you want photos of that terrible girl band Girlicious in spandex is an indictment on your taste. What you meant to look for is Danity Kane in spandex. I forgive you.
* I'm also the type of guy that owns a tiny dog, multiple suits, watches "What Not to Wear" and buys low-fat ice cream. Do you still want to be friends?
** I wonder if I can start a trend by repeatedly calling Aubrey from Danity Kane "Aubrey Pocket." I think I'll keep doing it until she wears a sweatshirt or a sweater or something.


For the people who are reading my blog regularly, on purpose: You do know I'm not paying you, right? But anyway, thanks for coming back again and again. To reward you, I have a special co-blog post for tomorrow, which is right around my one month blogaversary. Technically, it's Sept. 1, but you'll all be punch drunk with Labor Day frivolity (do they have something similar to Labor Day in Australia, AmyXXOO?) by then, so I figured I'd get it out tomorrow. It will help unravel some of the mystery about me by getting answers straight from a woman who knows me best (It's not Oprah or the Virgin Mary).

Sunday, August 17, 2008

To discuss sand in uncomfortable places and Alicia Sacramone

Alicia Sacramone, Alicia Sacramone, Alicia Sacramone.

(Wait for it...)
Sweet- I think my visitor total just shot up. At least, that's what I'm assuming based on the Google search phrases that led several people to my site in recent days. Let's just say they weren't looking for somewhat witty, somewhat narcissistic blog entries from a York, PA metrosexual.
Evidently, the key to increased traffic is claiming an Olympic gymnast is your girlfriend (excuse me... "Alicia Sacramone girlfriend hot sexy nude"... that should do the trick).
Although I hope those of you who Google stumbled over here stick around, I'm sure you left disappointed that I'm not actually her boyfriend (Google phrase that got them here: "Alicia Sacramone's boyfriend), that I don't have any Perez Hilton-esque shots of her (phrase: "Alicia Sacromone crotch shots") and, well, this one speaks for itself: Phrase "Sacramone still trembling from the incredible sex she had with Phelps." (???!?!)
I did appreciate another fine selection, though: Phrase "Beach volley sand in crotch." Is sand in the crotch a turn on? I'd think that'd be uncomfortable.
If any of you Googlers care to elaborate, feel free.

No big post today; I will have an eventful weekend recap (Drinking alone! EZ bake oven! Tropic Thunder!) on Monday. I do hope, though, that you can leave some feedback on my co-blog with Tracie from yesterday, at least so I know if that's something I should do again in the future, plus to hear what you think about all this Olympic madness. And Michael Phelps never having clothes on.
Oh, and a quick thank you to ABitofMissTiff, who was so kind as to nominate me for the "Kick Ass Blogger Award." At this rate, I won't need to rely on Olympic gymnasts for popularity. Take that, Google porn seekers.
Of course, the award title reminds me of those old Heluva Good sour cream dip commercials with the girl saying, "It tastes great, but it's kind of naughty to say." That's right, Tiff. You bring out the precocious, innocent 8-year-old girl in me.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

To discuss gymnastics, my junk and my new girlfriend

To get you over the hump today, it's another post (I expect to be compensated, both comment wise and with your first born). I decided you might want to hear what goes through my head when I watch a bunch of teenage girls compete for Olympic glory in gymnastics, as was broadcast Tuesday night. There will be more Olympic thoughts later this week, but this should whet your Beijing appetite:

:01 Call the Embassy! China has 9-year-olds competing. No, seriously. Not one of their girls looks old enough. Even child lover R. Kelly said, “Yo, I ain’t touching dat.”… They also have more eye shadow on than the whores in Miss Saigon’s opening number, and those are musical theater whores.*

....(added 5:30 p.m.) This backs me up, from USAToday: "The Chinese look tiny and young — no one except Cheng Fei is even 5-0, and their average weight is 77 pounds. Liukin, Chellsie Memmel, Peszek and Sacramone are 5-0 or taller; the average weight for the U.S. is 106.5.
There are doubts on whether three Chinese women — He, Yang and Jiang Yuyuan — meet the minimum age requirement of 16."
So, there!

:04 The announcers openly question the age of 16-year-old China gymnast Deng Linlin, who sticks her vault landing. I feel moderately better about my previous comment.

:08 There’s a commercial for a movie about Chihuahuas. Sweet day in the morning- Who green lighted that? I own a Chihuahua, and I could care less. All my dog does is poop, hump and sleep… The girl from Coyote Ugly is in this movie. I had such high hopes for her after she starred alongside John Goodman and wrote a song for LeAnn Rimes. How the mighty have fallen.

:11 So, um, am I allowed to think U.S. gymnast Alicia Sacramone is hot? No? Well, she’s 20, so screw you.

:20 All the U.S. girls do well on the vault. I used to be in gymnastics- for several years, actually. The vault never was appealing for me, probably because running toward a springboard and contorting myself in midair sounded more like an aeronautical death sentence than a sport. I’m no Kerri Strug.

:28 Ok, I’ve got to say it. I do not remember women’s gymnastic outfits in the past looking like dominatrix attire. Those have to be the tightest outfits ever created, and they are on the bodies of girls not old enough to know the precious remorse of a one-night stand. Were the Shannon Miller-era leotards too loose? Is the idea to keep them fresh and preserved, trapping air out, so that they don’t age as quickly as us mortals? Every few minutes, some camera guy has a close-up of a butt. But it’s not enjoyable butt. It’s 15-year-old butt. And, well, that’s wrong.

:35 Nastia Liukin does an amazing uneven bars routine that gets a 16.9, an incredible score. On a related note, one of the few clear, distinct memories I have of gymnastics is when all the kids in my group were trying out the uneven bars. I was about 9 or 10, I’d say. When I got up there and started moving around, I got stuck with one leg on each side of a bar. I couldn’t move. My mom, who was nearby for some reason, asked the coach what happened. The coach calmly explained that he thought I got stuck on my junk. Junk stuck on the bar, kids. For the U.S. team’s sake, I’m glad Nastia didn’t get her junk stuck on the bar.

:39 Former U.S. coach and Mark Twain mustache enthusiast Bela Karolyi goes on a heavily-accented diatribe about Liukin’s performance, his love of Russian winters or his desire to scrub himself with cream cheese (just a guess).

:40 Holy crap! They’re showing Bela watching Liukin’s performance, except they’re using a green screen so he is superimposed in front of the replay. He looks like a contestant on Whose Line Is It Anyway trying to guess what’s going on behind him. The audience at home doesn’t realize Karolyi thinks he’s watching a cage match involving goats and gerbils.

:46 A brief swimming interruption, which includes a quote that will make 12-year-old boys everywhere giggle like, uh, 12-year-old girls: “Coventry is the best breast-stroker of the bunch.”

:55 After the Chinese girls make the uneven bars their daddy, more swimming. The US men’s relay team wins by about 10 miles, as the announcers are audibly aroused and say Michael Phelps’ name with hints of desire and longing. And I understand why. Michael Phelps is just like us. He puts his speedos on each day, one leg at a time. The only difference is, he breaks world records. And wants more cow bell.

1:00 Who came up with the balance beam? The entire goal is to not fall on your face. And keeping your balance by waving your arms is a deduction.

1:08 Alicia is now my girlfriend.

1:20 Shawn Johnson nails her balance beam routine. The U.S. is behind by 1 point right now. I quietly and respectfully pee my pants in anticipation.

1:31 Alicia misses a landing on the floor routine, after already falling off the beam, and that likely eliminates America’s chance for a gold. She looks close to tears, as her coach basically ignores her when she walks off. As Alicia’s man, I defend her honor and pepper the coach with profanities and disdain.

1:39 China only needs to average about a 14.5 on the floor exercise to win. I think I could get that score.

1:45 China gets the gold, making it two for two in team gymnastics. For those of you keeping score, that means China is now better than America in both gymnastics and manufacturing electronics.

1:48 Back to Michael Phelps coverage. NBC execs have a collective wet dream.

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* Yes, I just compared innocent teenage girls to prostitutes. God will get his revenge one day when my teenage daughter rebels against me by sleeping with the football team. During halftime. On the field. With the marching band playing “Wild Thing.”

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