Yes, it's keyword analysis time again, so apart from the inevitable (see title - what is it about this poor woman?), this is what people have been looking for on the net and only found this blog (My comments in brackets):
Richard Shops ad (I'd like to see this myself)
Oh what fun (yes it is!)
David Hepworth Mary Portas (How are these two related?)
Do you know anyone in the Isle of Wight who would give (And there it ends - the plot thickens. Give what??)
Instant Whip (Lots of these)
Dr Hilary tits (Someone should tell them Dr Hilary is a man)
"his ear pierced" (David Essex?)
Caramel Hollyoaks DFS ad (This conjures up all sorts of images)
Madame Nicole the whip (I think I used to work with her)
Leatherette turquoise sofa (It sounds like it should be at home here)
The Les Humphries Singers (Fans do exist)
Birdseye Supermousse (many of these and combinations thereof. I hear there's a revival)
"Like to see my tits" (Er, okay)
Fern Britton + Custard Pie (Is that like Dita Von Teese in a giant Martini glass?)
Pooky Quesnel tits (And to think I was in the same room as her last night. I could have asked her there and then)
"hurry while stocks last" (I agree)
UB40 in your hand (Is that a euphemism as in, shaking hands with the unemployed? *snigger*)
Fiona Phillips tits (And still they come)
"Smokes a pipe" (David Bryant)
Marc Almond nton (I'm sure he's been called some names in his time)
Seagull + Rainbow Cottage (I thought I was the only who knew about this)
and finally...
"Lavender limelight torrents dutch sub" (A complete mystery)
9 comments:
"UB40 in your hand" is from the lyrics to Going Down To Liverpool by the Bangles, isn't it?
Is Pooky Q the name she was given at birth, or is she really called Susan or something? I imagine this is probably a question she is tired of being asked, though.
Yes, Kitten I rather think it is, but at first I thought it was a bit odd.
I'm not sure about Pooky, but it must be some kind of childhood nickname. It really is not a name for a grown woman.
Perhaps someone would like to see Fern Britton sitting on a custard pie. I believe it's called 'sploshing'.
Really? I've never heard of such a thing.
One of Matt Rudd's pals knows the man who invented sploshing. His mum asked him why he had so many flan cases in his house; he said he was helping with the catering for a community function when in fact they were going to be filled with custard and thrown at naked women.
Come, come Mr FC, you with your cosmopiltan London lifestyle have never heard of sploshing? I won't have it.
I don't know about throwing them. I always thought sploshing was just a sedate, and relatively harmless, voluptuous MILF sitting down on a pavlova/trifle/mandarin flan in stockings and supenders. Not that I know THAT much about it. I'll get me coat...
I too get plagued with searches for "Lorne Spicer tits", but that's only because you used that phrase in the comments section of a post where I bemoaned the endless searches I get for various parts of Coleen Nolan's body.
Bleurgh.
Do you know, I rather think Richard Shops ad was me. Or perhaps I dreamt it. I'm not sure now.
Oh it's all coming out now, from everyone.
Post a Comment