Search Term Bingo Is Your Secret Daddy
  • Search Term Bingo

    Time again for SEARCH TERM BINGO, little babies.

    If you don’t know how this works, here it is: people discover this website via some of the strangest search terms one could imagine. I pluck these search terms out of obscurity and dissect them for gits and shiggles.

    This is distinctly NSFW.

    Please to enjoy.

    descriptive words that describe a baboon

    No, no, I got this. I’m a writer. This is my job. Ready? Here goes.

    “Baboony.” “Baboon-esque.” “Baboonariffic.” “Baboon-flavored.” “Quasi-baboonery.” “Baboonish.” “Baboonic Plague.” “Baboondocks.” Also, the collective noun used to describe a gathering or family of baboons is a “platoon.” So, in a sentence, you might say, “I was driven from my village by a surly platoon of knife-wielding baboons — also known as the baboonic plague.”

    Related: writing “baboon” over and over again drives you slowly insane, certain that words no longer make sense, assured that language is both a nonsense construct and a troublesome idea virus!

    remember a gentleman always grows a beard

    That is accurate. That is the test to determine the truth of a gentleman: a beard. You know how in John Carpenter’s The Thing they test everybody’s blood in those petri dishes to confirm whether or not they’re actually the titular (titter!) “thing?” Right. This is like that, except with less blood and fewer petri dishes.

    All gentlemen grow beards. It is part of the Nobleman’s Edict of 1578.

    However, do not make the logical fallacy and assume that beard automatically equals gent. Consider: a Tijuana donkey show is always a fun vacation-time activity, but not all fun vacation-time activities involve Tijuana donkey shows. Right? Anybody who voted for Michelle Bachmann is a jackass, but not all jackasses are Michelle Bachmann voters. See?

    All gentlemen wear beards, but not all who wear beards are gentlemen.

    hey fuck it its college

    Dude. Bro. Right. Fuck it! It’s college. You won’t get college back. I mean, unless you’re one of those people who just can’t stop going to college — it’s like, every time you see them they’re always, “Oh, I’m going back to school to get my Doctorate in Aeronautical Caribou Design,” and then you notice the stench of Cheeto dust, cheap wine and overall poorness and it’s like, “Hey, look, a Perpetual Student.”

    But seriously, that’s not the point. The point is — hey, fuck it, it’s college! You need to embrace this time. You need to go for the brass ring. Girl you like? Go for it. Internship? Take the plunge! Want to play an awesome prank and put that shiznit on Youtube? Do it up! Feel like you need to dress in the skins of prostitutes and take part in the cosmic battle of good versus evil — angels versus demons — by attacking woodland creatures in the dorm quad with that wobbly ornamental Braveheart sword you bought at the dirt mall? Hey, fuck it. It’s college! (And also possibly schizophrenia.)

    vintage crazy human

    Those are my favorite kind of crazy humans! Vintage whackjobs and retro lunatics. A jaunty serial killer in a top hat! A blood-covered choromaniac endlessly waltzing in his seersucker suit! A corseted hausfrau standing by her collection of fossilized dinosaur penises! Sepia-toned nutballs. Good times.

    how to keep your bearded heated

    Let’s assume you mean “beard” and not “bearded.”

    Here’s how I keep my beard heated — I warm a tray of milk squeezed from the supple teats of an antelope, and then I hover my face over the warm tray, letting the milky steam soften my beard. But see, I’m old school. You might go high-tech and instead sew a set of handwarmers or toaster coils into your facial hair.

    fat guy with short short testicles

    I’m admittedly stuck on the use of the descriptor “short” to describe a testicle. Are there tall testicles? Like, do some guys have testicles as tall as, say, a pint glass? Now I’m all panicked about my possibly dwarven testes. I mean, I thought they were normal. A plenty good size. But now I’m freaked out. Should they be grippable? Like the hand-grips on a Huffy bicycle?

    different types of goatees

    The face can be home to a nearly infinite number of goatee-styles — consider the number of hairs that could grace one’s chin (or chinnish) area, and then consider the endless arrangements of said whiskers.

    Still, I can give you a few if you’re looking for ideas:

    The Amelia Earhart: Goatee shaped like an airplane. Branches of mustache form the wings. Connector bit is the fuselage. Chin whiskers are then shaped into the airplane’s tail. Bonus points if you disappear suddenly while shaving, never to return.

    The Turkish Scimitar (aka the Kalij): Goatee long enough to conceal a blade. Popular in Turkish prisons. Variation includes “The Randy Shank,” which is a goatee lacquered for months with some combination of motor oil, llama spit, and fry-o-later grease. Then the goatee becomes the blade.

    The Hamster Party (aka the Habitrail): Similar to the Kalij, this goatee is long, but also hollow in the center to support the obsessive-compulsive laps a hamster must run. Variation includes “The Hollow Earth,” but that’s an entire beard that’s been hollowed out, not a goatee. Also, the hollow beard must be home to dinosaurs.

    The Dead Man’s Party: A goatee stolen from a dead man and glued onto your face.

    The Precious (based on the goatee “Bush” by Beardfire): A single hair, at least six inches of length, must thrust from the center of one’s chin. It should smell of pomade and strawberry jam.

    motivational black cock

    Oh, yeah, this is the new “thing” in terms of motivational posters. I bought one that shows a giant black cock — like, bigger than a fat baby’s arm — thrusting out through a bathroom glory hole, and hanging from it is a little orange tabby kitty, and the kitty’s digging his claws in and the caption reads: Hang In There!

    But I’ve also seen versions that say, Don’t Cock It Up!

    white rooster fucks chicken game

    Wh…? What?

    what do writers do after finishing a novel?

    Here’s what every novelist does after finishing a book:

    1.) Drink Scotch. Half-bottle.

    2.) Karate kick invisible book critics.

    3.) Feel sudden shame.

    4.) Weep uncontrollably.

    5.) Drink rest of Scotch.

    6.) Throw up on a cop.

    7.) Break things.

    8.) Feel surge of triumph.

    9.) Throw up.

    10.) Fall asleep in one’s own sick.

    Repeat for like, two, three weeks.

    if not yet published what do I put in my bibliography?

    Draw a picture! Options include: a pirate’s parrot; a smiley face; a pot leaf; a map to secret treasure; pedobear; the Led Zeppelin logo; a motivational black cock.

    clit wobble

    The hot new dance that all the kids are doing based on the hot new techno song to come out of Serbia? All the cool kids are doing the “clit wobble” on the dance floor!

    freelancers are hot

    I know I’m a sexy beast. I mean, shit, just check me out:

    Yes, I'm Really Sorry You Had To See This

    I know? So hot, right? That’s clit wobble material, right there.

    metaphor about karate poem

    I’m not sure I’ve ever thought about metaphors that are not in poems but rather, represent poems. Also: what the fuck is a karate poem? Is that a new form of poetry? Are all the cool kids doing it? Did it come out of Serbia? These days, all the awesome shit comes out of Serbia. I’m so behind. Thank Jeebus I’m one sexy freelancer. It’s my only talent: being hot. What were we talking about? Karate poems? Yeah.

    van dyke beard looks like the devil

    Yep. The beard itself looks like the devil. My Van Dyke used to carry around a pitchfork and prod screaming sinners wading in a pool of pitch.

    laphroaig risotto

    *vomits*

    I mean, umm, mmmm, that sounds delicious.

    It also sounds like the name of my new band.

    tree tells you to kill yourself

    Okay, humor aside, that is a terrifying idea. A fucking suicide tree? That tells you to kill yourself? That is the stuff of horror fiction, my friend. I’m stealing that idea from you, whoever you may be.

    kenneth motherfucking arrow

    YEAAAAH! Kenneth Motherfucking Arr –

    Wait. Kenneth Arrow?

    Like, the Nobel Prize-winning economist?

    You know what? Yes. Yeah. I support this. Let’s start a new trend. Let’s be the cool kids on this one. We need to exalt smart people in this country instead of putting dipshits up on pedestals (see: Snooki, Sarah Palin). And one way to do that is to place “motherfucking” in the middle of their names.

    Here’s your job. Pick a person you admire, a person of some notable intelligence and/or accomplishment, then put that person’s name in the comments below but put “Motherfucking” (or some triumphant profanity) as their middle name.

    You have your task. Go.

    my beard doesn’t grow on my bottom lip

    That’s because you need your lip to form a seal with your upper lip. And I don’t mean like, a fish-eating flipper-clapping seal. Dumbass, beards do not grow on lips. Because, ew. Gross.

    squirrel put your nuts up

    Yeah, squirrel! Put your nuts up! Put ‘em up good!

    This is what I say to any squirrel when I point a gun at him.

    Also, it’s the debut album of my new band, Laphroaig Risotto.

    legos that you build with

    As opposed to LEGOs that you dance with?

    lady gaga smallpox

    She is the infection vector, but really, we’re not surprised, are we?

    piss upload mobile ferret

    Poop download stationary ermine!

    Whaddya gonna say to that? Huh? Huh?

    *drops mic, walks off stage*

    *trips on a tangle of folding chairs, breaks ankle*

    *howls in pain*

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ChuckWendig

Chuck Wendig is equal parts novelist, screenwriter, and game designer. He is the author of the novels DOUBLE DEAD, BLACKBIRDS, and MOCKINGBIRD. In addition, he's got a metric boatload of writing-related e-books available, including the popular 500 WAYS TO BE A BETTER WRITER. He currently lives in the wilds of Pennsyltucky with wife, dog, and newborn progeny.

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  • Kate Haggard 01.30.2011

    Can we use the dearly departed? Because I feel compelled to christen this post with Carl Motherfucking Sagan.

  • Since the great Sagan, has already been mentioned, I’ll add:

    Neil motherfucking deGrasse-Tyson
    Bart motherfucking Ehrman
    Michio motherfucking Kaku
    Freeman motherfucking Dyson
    Robert motherfucking Venturi
    Benoit motherfucking Mandelbrot

    I could probably go on, but these seem the most unlikely.

    This is a wonderful idea.

  • The Precious (based on the goatee “Bush” by Beardfire): A single hair, at least six inches of length, must thrust from the center of one’s chin.

    A friend of mine grew this one in high school. Then his girlfriend lost the last shred of her patience, leaned over, and yanked it out. He was heart-broken, or at least professed to be.

  • James Motherfucking Joyce
    Noam Motherfucking Chomsky
    Colm Motherfucking Toibin
    Mary Motherfucking Roach
    Anthony Motherfucking Burgess

    Damn this is fun.

    Dow Motherfucking Mossman
    E.M. Motherfucking Forster
    Adrian Motherfucking McKinty
    Sherman Motherfucking Alexie
    Daniel Motherfucking Woodrell

    Okay, that’s enough.

  • Ok, that suicide tree? Does it specify HOW it wants you to kill yourself? I mean, does it just really want to have you hanging from its branches?

    For some reason those struck me as being really important questions. I dunno.

  • Mickey motherfucking Dolenz

  • I only have a few authors I’d use this for:

    Neil Motherfucking Gaiman.
    Robert McMotherfucking Cammon
    Jeffrey A. Motherfucking Carver (which sounds like Jeffrey, A Motherfucking Carver if you put the beats in the right places)
    George R.R. Motherfucking Martin (who better finish his next motherfucking book).
    and
    Play Motherfucking Toe

    Yeah, that really doesn’t work so well with the uninominal mononymous.

  • Saint Cockrocking Aquinas!
    Pliny the Motherfucking Elder!
    Aristotle Asswhipping, uh … Aristotle!

  • MAYA MOTHERFUCKING ANGELOU

    BOOYAH!!

  • Dude, did I just get caught in your spam filter? Was it the all-caps, or Maya motherfucking Angelou?

    …booyah?

  • @KD:

    Heh. Yes, you did. You triggered the cybernetic Dobermans.

    – c.

  • That’s what you get for getting your Dobermans through the Sirius Cybernetics Corp. (Though you’d think that if they could get one thing right, it would be dogs…)

    And on that note, Douglas Motherfucking Adams.

    Thank you.

  • [...] sometimes I get surprised about where inspiration can strike. Yesterday I was chuckling over a blog post by Chuck Wendig, in which he analysed some of the more bizarre search terms that people have used [...]

  • I’m only here because no-one name-checked Emperor Joseph Bitch-whomping Norton I, or Bucky Arsebuster Fuller.

    And now the rightful order has been restored.

  • Actually, ‘arsebuster’ sounds more like a vile slur than a triumphal obscenity. Alas, poor Bucky, that he be brought to this. Maybe I should have gone for Ball-Frying.

  • She already comes with her own expletive: Amanda Fucking Palmer. She sang a song about downstairs lady hair.

    She’s more awesome for that.

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