Lame Post Warning: Don’t Bother Reading This

It’s been a slow week here at Honea Express. I’m not sure why. I just haven’t been feeling it lately. I’m sure, that like everything else involving blockage, it too shall pass.

In the meantime I’ll use an ol’ bloggers fallback. It’s a little something I’ve been saving for a rainy day, or in this case, a lovely 84 degree day full of sunshine and children’s laughter.

Yes, I’m playing the search card. Below are a collection of searches that have brought new readers to Honea Express, usually followed by nausea and disappointment. I appreciate their patronage.

Without further ado, I give you the searches:

harry connick is bald– figures, I hear his wife is ugly too

man sexual assaulted boy pants underwear– I’m not sure how this wound up here, but I’ll go on record stating that I’ve never assualted boy pants, including underwear, sexually or otherwise

what is sans meat– it comes from the sansalope

your name plus ness dupree– a roseness by any other name would smell just as sweet

big tongue sore– this must be from the Simmons sprain of ’97

pictures Willie Coyote– I didn’t know roadrunners could type

i’m with stoopid– this says it all

strangers pinching wife’s nipples– I followed up on this one extensively, for research purposes of course

I’ll be the one that loves you the most– please, don’t fight over me

pregnant bartender clothes– this is what happens after you assault underpants

Well, there you go. I must say, not only is that not nearly as funny as I had hoped, but it took longer than my normal mindless tangent of a post. If you made it this far, I’m sorry.

Now pardon me, I’ve got some sunshine to play in.