My sister has a thing for boobs.
The Rookie Cookie sister. (And to be honest, I'm not sure about the other four sisters.)
As you know I'm Rookie's blog slave. Recently I was slogging through the latest addition to her site--the ingredient index. And when putting it together I use Blogger's search feature to locate the appropriate recipes for each category. Strawberries. Mangoes. Semi-sweet chocolate. Chicken legs. Chicken breasts.
When searching, I ditch the modifiers and just type the noun: "chocolate" "legs" "breasts." I typed "breasts" into the search field and felt a little naughty. A glimpse of what it's like to search for porn. (Though I'm thinkin' the anatomical word is a less likely search term than the many zesty euphemisms out there.)
The results were a gold mine. So many references to breasts. Breasts. Breasts. Breasts. On every page. Sometimes she even gets sordid and calls the ingredient Chicken Boobs.
Racy breast-loving lady.
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And I thought this post was going to be a give-away for a trunk full of chicken.
Bummer.
(Noticed the ingredient index couple of days ago. Well done!)
Way to let the cat out of the bag (or the chicken from the coop). I was so planning a grand breast and wing giveaway. And now since you spoiled it, I'm not going to. Nice work.
And thanks on the ingredient index. I did it against the Rookie's will. She didn't want it. I insisted. I have full administrative privileges. So I do what I want.
Chicken Boobs. That's halarious! (yah, I'm 5. But it's funny!)
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