Every now and then, for giggles, I check out what search terms bring people to The Keswick Blog. It’s usually fairly entertaining mixed with a dash of terrifying. This time around is no different.
If you’re reading this, and you got here using any of the following search terms, I’m sorry. This ain’t that blog.
The ‘It Ain’t That Blog’ List
- women to f**k in keswick on – No. Go away.
- naked child – NO. Go far away.
- keswick jerk off – Nope.
- keswick cocaine – Negative.
- keswick slut – Don’t know any, anywhere.
- keswick naked girl selfie – NO. Are you still here?
- keswick slut video – NO. Please leave.
- sti infection on hand and nail – Um, what? You can get an STI on your hand and nails? Oh barf. Thank God for monogamous marriage.
BUT, if you’re reading this post and you got here using any of the following terms, welcome! Please stay, click around, leave some comments, share with your friends and come back often. Because YES! It is that blog.
The “Yup! This is the Blog’ List
- chickens never wear shoes – Winner, winner, chicken dinner! You have arrived!
- bullshit messages – Um, yup. You want ’em, We serve ’em up.
- keswick splash pads – K-Rock has a ton of them. But Beaverton has a great one too.
- cutest baby monkey ever – Not sure, but now I need to Google that because I wanna see the cutest baby monkey ever, too!
- keswick mom blog – Accurate. I’m a mom. I’m in Keswick. I’m living the blogging life.
- banana with red core – This is an epidemic. Still haven’t purchased at Costco since that discovery.
- keswick blog – Accurate! Stick around and send me blog ideas (or snacks) (or books) (or cash) (or pictures of cute monkeys, whatever).
- failure as a mother – Well, this one is a bit judgy and mean sounding, and I’m not entirely sure that I’m okay that you landed here, but, I’ll own it. Welcome!
I love blogging. I get to hear the most interesting stories, talk to people I normally wouldn’t have the opportunity to talk to and share the ridiculous minutia of my life with other people you just get it. Except for those fuckers from List One. They don’t get it at all.
Happy. Happy.