Search Terms, Schmerch Terms

A while ago, I came up with the idea of a mad-lib contest based solely upon your blog’s search terms.  Little did I know where this would lead me.

I began to wonder what search terms other bloggers used to get to mine.  Thanks to WordPress’ statistics on search engine words and phrases, I was able to look at my all-time list of search terms.  The top five separated themselves quite cleanly from the rest.  In reverse order, they are:

5.  Unusual cars.  I posted an article with photographs of weird and unusual cars from the early 20th century.

4.  Victorian letter writing.  I created an imaginary letter from a Victorian gentleman, in the fashion of Jane Austen, apologizing for a written affront.

3.  Trebuchet.  A trebuchet is a siege engine that was employed in the middle ages.  Every curmudgeon needs one.

2.  Curmudgeon at Large.  Well, it’s who I am.  I did write, as my very first post, a credo of my objectives.

And the winner, the top of the list, the ne plus ultra, The Donald Trump of wonders, the idol finalist, the biggest loser…   Oh, you get the idea…

Drum roll please:

1.   Sex with animals.

Yes, I know.  People, this is sick.  Animals, this is sick.  Aliens, this is sick.

I wrote a post entitled According to Recent Studies which included a study published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine that stated that men who have had sex with animals were twice as likely to develop penile cancer as those who stick with their own kind.  How could I have imagined that this post would generate the number one search term of my first year of blogging?

It overwhelmed anal probing, condoms for wild horses, lizard aliens, smash alarm clock and ‘we hate dumpster brokers’ among others.

What does this say about the depraved, immoral, ungodly, disgusting, perverted society in which we live that sex with animals is the number one topic on peoples’ minds?

Is this not wacko and insane?

Are we so degenerate and dissolute that intercourse with animals is our strongest interest?

Have we not already joined the inhabitants of Sodom and Gomorrah?

So, what’s your very favorite sex with animals experience?


By the way, sick – I mean sixth – place was a tie among Tropical heat, Suntan on a beach and Origami turkey.

The Need for Trebuchets

A trebuchet is a siege engine that was employed in the Middle Ages.  A trebuchet is a type of catapult that works by using the energy of a raised counterweight to throw a projectile.  It could fling projectiles of up to three hundred and fifty pounds (140 kg) at high speeds into enemy fortifications.  The trebuchet did not become obsolete until the 15th century, well after the introduction of gunpowder.

I first saw a trebuchet on the old TV series Northern Exposure where the device hurled an upright piano across an Alaskan meadow.  What kid or curmudgeon doesn’t have the need to fling something at an enemy fortification?  I had to have one.

My wish was fulfilled when I got one, in kit form, as a birthday present many years ago.  I postponed and postponed its assembly until I ran out of excuses.  People kept wondering why I was always busy rearranging my sock drawer when I have only two pairs – the one I’m wearing and the one in the drawer.  I finally started assembly of my floating-arm trebuchet.  I followed the instructions carefully but failed to get one critical component correct.  As a result, when the floating arm dropped, I hurled my test ball the astonishing distance of about three inches – directly behind the machine!  After considerable trial and error and a lot of cursing and sweat, I did get the contraption working with modest success.

Since full size trebuchets can hurl objects the size and weight of dead cows, pianos or automobiles, they surely can hurl an average size human.  I’m surprised that theme parks haven’t created a human-hurling machine to compete with bungee-jumping and other terrifying rides.  “Try our new death-defying ride; Go on the Human Hurler.  It’s like being shot out of a cannon without the gunpowder.”

In moments of weakness, I devised a plot to capture a former unpleasant boss (my “imaginary boss” is named “Steve,” you can substitute your own) and tie him to the hurling end of a full size trebuchet of my own making.

Me:  “Steve, you SOB, you will pester me no more.”

Steve (tied to the trebuchet hurler):  “Gulp!”

Me:  “Prepare for your fate, you despicable tyrant.  I have endured your last invective.”  [I attempt to launch the trebuchet with the same poor result as my earlier kit-building example.  Nothing at all happens to the accursed Steve.]

Steve:  “You moron.  You’re no more competent at trebuchets than you were with all the other projects I gave you.”

Me:  Long pause …   “Uh, well, I need to tweak a few things.  Would you mind staying tied up there for a little while until I figure this out?”