Dear Google,
What happened? Where’s the love? You used to bring me flowers, you used to sing me love songs. You used to bring me traffic, at any rate.
At first I thought you were just busy. I know, it’s the holidays and you’ve got lots of parties to go to, lots of froogle gifts to pick out according to price or relevance or location, lots of stuff you need to do all over the world. I figured you were just working late. I assumed you were doing your own thing. We never said we’d be exclusive, and I didn’t want to be the big blog bitch and be all waving the big “hell, no†finger in your face and calling you a two-million-timer. So I took it easy and said nothing.
But I can’t be silent anymore. You know I’m big on communication, and we were good together, baby. Sure, I admit, I wasn’t always thrilled to pieces with the crowd you brought to my parties. Mr. “Litter Girls Pussy†and his friend “Grandmas bloody fuckfest†really weren’t my type. And that guy “monkey fuck panties†really left a big mess in the corner that one time. But if having them hanging around was the price I had to pay to have “loving things to say to your lover†and “giantess farting houses†visit every now and again, I was cool with it. I could deal. Plus, you brought so many people who were just looking for me and my pretty dumb things, and that always put a great big smile on my virtual face.
But now, baby…I haven’t heard from you in days. Have you lost my number? Is it something I said? What is it, Google-baby? Tell me you haven’t lost that lovin’ feeling. (more…)
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