You wake up early on a Sunday morning after blowing off that party in Brooklyn, that bar night in the East Village, and that Brasileiro from New Jersey that wants to fool around. You wake up early on a Sunday morning and wonder who else is up and find X and R and N in the iChat window, but you're not feeling chatty. You wake up early on a Sunday morning, not feeling like taking the laundry in yet so you check Facebook and see that A and D and G and N and X are online. You wake up early on a Sunday morning and look at website traffic and you see there are some sick puppies up on a Sunday morning.
Following are search terms that landed readers at MO between 7 a.m. and 10 a.m.:
"sexy men cock"
(Generic is good.)
"LL COOL J GAY"
(Mama said, "Knock you out".
"sexychick"
(Boy were they disappointed.)
"brandon routh dick"
(I hear its a nice one.)
"manhattan street fairs"
(In January?)
"transexual prostitution in Manhattan"
(They spelled transsexual wrong, but I hope I was of help.)
"sugarwalls crave"
(I crave me some Sugarwalls, too. Sometimes. But Sex Shooter is more my style.)
"enjoys anal"
(To be honest? In concept way more than execution.)
"live blogging grammy 2006"
(I'd never do something so lame. Evidence? Well, I've made life changes since then.)
"Tom Cruise gay"
(Also? "morton cruise", "Andrew Morton gay Tom", and "gay cruise". The last of which may have just wanted a vacation.)
"Queen Latifah porn"
(DO NOT WANT!)
"Amanda Lepore"
(I think she's changed publicists, because I've heard nothing about her in almost a year.)
"Anderson Cooper boyfriend"
(People really care? Still?)
"YOUTUBE THE PUT HIS PINES IN SHE VAGINA"
(From Honolulu, 3 a.m. their time)
You wake up early on a Sunday morning, and you are freaked out by your fellow humans. At least A is in town from Rhode Island, and N is in town from Cairo. Brunch will be good.
[Painting: Edward Hopper, Early Sunday Morning]