It’s always fun to delve into the bowels of this blog and figure out what makes it tick. So far, all I’ve come up with is illegal amounts of cheap merlot and Cheetos. But the readers… they are a whole different animal. There’s no telling what makes them tick, except for their obvious love of the grotesquely misunderstood inner workings of my brain.
And horses. They do love horses.
It’s been a known fact for about two years that people find my blog by searching for horses on the internet. I have no idea what the tie-in is, except that I’ve now posted twice about horses just to validate those readers’ feelings. I was going to write a post about how I was driving down the road one day and made the awful mistake of calling out to my two little girls, “Look! There are horses in that field!” only to discover too late the two of the horses were having sex right next to the side of the road while a third horse either waited his turn or was just cheering them on. Sadly, the not-so-innocent bystander horse was actually the creepier part of the equation, even though seeing two massive farm animals having sex is very alarming.
It’s now become a “thing” with me to check my blog stats and see if there are any horse fans out there, but today’s search made sexy horses seem fairly normal. Someone searched for “Rosemary’s Baby T-Shirt,” and ended up here. Thanks, SEO gods of the internet. That felt really good.
My biggest issue with the Rosemary’s t-shirt search is that now I desperately want a t-shirt with Rosemary’s Baby on it, and I can’t find one. You know those shirts for pregnant women that say “Baby on Board” and they have an arrow pointing down to their bulging tummies? I’m going to get filthy rich selling “Rosemary’s Baby on Board” t-shirts. For those “just in case” people.
Think it through all the way. That shirt would become the hottest new baby item. It’s the all-purpose baby shower gift. It’s right for moms-to-be with a sick sense of humor, it’s the perfect eff-you gift for moms who really don’t like you but only invited you to the shower hoping to get a stroller out of you, and for some other moms, it’s really just a fitting warning to society that there’s a slim chance this child will be the Antichrist. It works on every level.
12 thoughts on “I Want That on a T-Shirt”
Brilliant idea. It might work better in the past tense though. Sometimes teenagers can make their mothers wonder if they gave birth to Rosemary’s baby. How ’bout a nice demon from Bosch?
Ha! Just post it up on CafePress or Zazzle and watch the royalties roll in.
If it was only that simple, I’d be super rich!
My blog is 3 years old. The top search for over 2 of those is Kurt Cobain Sychophant. I should get that tattooed. It’s true.
I’ll wipe at it with a towel while the beefy guy draws that on you.
I am completely baffled about how people find me; according to my stats.
As for the shirt? Well, I know a few women that could have used it when they were pregnant.
Hilarious! Thanks for the laugh 😀
I’ve got it! There was a horse named Lorca Damon who beat Seattle Slew in the 1956 Belmont Stakes!
You are absolutely lying.
Tell me what time you are going to check Wikipedia, and I’ll prove it to you! 🙂
I love horses, but that’s not how I found your blog. Most likely the voyeur in your story was a gelding and couldn’t have participated anyway.
Shit, I could do with those t-shirts at the mo, one iof the g/daughters is definitely fitting into that category at the moment, but I’ll soon ‘knock’her into shape….
And as for horses, no thanks I was giving one an apple to eat once and it snuffled up my arm and then bit me on the right tit, yes you read that correctly MT RIGHT TIT, keep my distance these days