humor

Nothin' hurts a man like a woman leavin' -- except maybe when Google spurns his website, causing his traffic to fall off a cliff. I wrote one of these for my wife when she left me. It didn't work on her, and I doubt it will work on an algorithm, but here goes.

"Come back to me, darlin' Google!"

As I type these words, my wife is packing for her move tomorrow. Nothing like a little humor to lighten the emotional load in times like these.

Nation's Girlfriends Unveil New Economic Plan: 'Let's Move In Together' Read it all

[Note: I'm not trying to start a cult or anything so just sit back and enjoy the read.]

Seems every time I turn around somebody's asking me how to be awesome. If I told you it was easy, I'd be a liar. If I told you that some of it -- such as having superhuman charisma, a turbo-charged brain, and movie star good looks -- wasn't just dumb luck, I'd be a liar and probably a Rush Limbaugh devotee. Read it all

Why do you make me love you!

Every time you throw me in the doghouse, it hurts. I mean, it really, really hurts... like hell. OK, OK, so I might well be the biggest idiot in the entire blogosphere, but is that really so bad? I don't do nobody no harm.

So why do you do this to me? Why do you flick me in the trash like a used condom, making it so that nobody finds my sites? Have I ever spoken ill of you to anyone? Have I ever mistreated you? Dear God, why don't you love me anymore? What have I done to incur your cruel wrath? Read it all