It was a sloooooow day for the blog yesterday, reaffirming something I’ve long suspected: readers hate posts about chooks. (What is wrong with you people? Chooks are awesome.) Undaunted – well, slightly daunted – I opened (sought solace in) a bottle of cheap sav blanc and started analysing all the dirty stuff people (men) have searched to arrive at housegoeshome. Because if there’s one thing working at Cosmo magazine for nine years taught me it’s … when chooks destroy your readership, sex will save you. (Actually, Cosmo didn’t teach me anything about chooks, but heaps about titilation.) My initial inspiration for the sex search was someone typing “pictures of naked women with really dark tans” and arriving at housegoeshome.com (major disappointment). I thought, ooooooh, I’ll find lots of outrageous, provocative stuff to dazzle my readers. Sadly, no. What I did discover is that it’s Whitney Houston who’s really been driving extra traffic to my site over the past few months. Three hundred and forty sad, sad (sad, sad, sad) people have searched Whitney Houston and stumbled across housegoeshome.com. Some of them were seeking her “corpse”, others her “casket”, investigative types wanted to know about “blood on her legs” or “hotel sink”, the nutters were curious about her “entering the gates of heaven” or her “leggings”, and the total berks wanted to know “is she really dead?” I was starting to despair about finding non-Whitney perversion when I noticed that the other most popular search term on my blog was various permutations on “naked woman at home alone” (along with “Hug A Ginger Day”, poor unloved redheads). It pops up every single day in some form or another. I prefer to think the “alone” bit is because men think it’s more pervy and intimate rather than it being some creepy take-advantage-of-woman-with-no-one-to-protect-her scenario. Either way, interesting. Other dirty search terms: “tits”, “hardcore sex”, “cute little girl plus thong” (praying they mean Havianas, terrified they don’t), “anal buffet” (tasty), “wife swapping” and “school holiday of porn” (oh-kay). And a special non-sexual bizarro award goes to “What was Arnold on Different Strokes lizard’s name?” Hey man, I’m with you, I’ve always wanted to know that too … No I haven’t, yer freak.
Oh, and just to keep it nice and saucy, I’m posting a sausage recipe this arvo. Oooh-er.

well i thought the fluffy rooster was cute … but for me, i prefer eating my chickens more than getting to know them. i’m going to write a post called ‘dead hard core whitney does anal home alone’ and give myself a confidence boost.
You’ll go gangbusters! Or should that be gangbangers?
Damn, someone just searched 14in cocksuckers and got to me. Always the way.
well as i’ve been ‘forced’ to read 50 Shades of Grey (for bookclub), I’ve read/heard it all so nothing would surprise me … even with abandoning it at about page 100.
Oooh yes I’ve heard it’s dreadful
think Mills & Boon with S&M. Would probably go down a treat with our local swingers…. whoever they are?
sorry about the ‘going down’ pun, completely unintentional.
I was surprised you didn’t get some sort of cock joke into yesterday’s item about roosters to lure the more filthy googlers of the world. Amazing restraint, I thought.
Yes, really regretted not calling it a cock-up.
I must confess that I rather enjoyed the chook post. I have chook envy.
Well you are called Wee Birdy after all!
Now, now, now, Alana. I love posts about chooks! I just happened to be offline for a while!
You and 100 other people. Sob