I struggled through deepening rain. My load was heavy. Maybe I'd bought too much. Clambering through the door was the usual exercise in attempted mobility.
They tried to arrest me for that, twice.
I came to this blog, to arrange a few minor changes. And I looked at the statistics. You can run a check on the traffic sources. What does that mean?
You see some of the search engine requests that carried people to your blog in the first place. Today, I saw this one...
I'VE READ THE FUCKING BOOKS.
How did it come to this? Probably...
Just guessing. Probably...
The blog post about the worst fucking book I've read.
I think that's where someone else's interests merged with mine. But wait. What light through yonder window blunders? Why don't I Google the same phrase and see what comes up?
That's a plan.
Well, I did all that. And I reached a conclusion. I should change the title of this blog to FUCK. Or FUCK WRITING. FUCK THE NOVEL. Something like that.
Never mind that stuff. What was the other person looking for? The person who stumbled on my blog was looking for this...
I'VE READ THE FUCKING BOOKS.
It meant something, this phrase. So I checked, and I found a video on YouTube. Here is that video...
There's penetrating insight into popular culture. And non-vital nudity, if you watch to the end. By the end, I mean a bare arse.
Yes. I've read the fucking books. Twice. ;)
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