Regular visitors to this establishment will be familiar with my occasional/frequent Googlings looking for Sam-based anomalies. Today is one of those days, and I’ve stumbled upon a corker.
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I have a healthy fixation with the words and phrases internet denizens have used to find this outlet of philosophy. And why not? After all, every other site operator out there probably trawls through their referals and says “grilled mackeral, what the hell?” dismissing it as a fluke, a distraction, a quirk of the ether. These people are fools, they do not realise that this search did not happen without cause, that the result was stumbled on without the searcher wanting to find the answer, so, whether the search be mispelled as with our good friend Mr Mackeral, nonsensical or just plain weird, I’ll happily fulfill any requests that come in.
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“Saturday,” wrote Mister Kipling, “had some young urchins at the back door trying to sell me their pornography hard-to-pronounce pharmaceutical substances. So I invited them in and they’re now shackled in my win cellar.”
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Regulars to this site of webbery will be familiar with how this works. As you well know, a week ago I conducted my latest trawl through the various means by which Lady Google and her spidery hand-maidens had paid visit to my ethereal abode, and was struck by the presence of a well known French hotel.
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My philandering with Madam Google, Reverend MSN and Sergeant Yahoo have not, it seems, been in vain.
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