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Ok we got a view from Canada today.  I'm not sure if I should be excited about it because we all know that Canada is too close to us to be excited about expanding into that territory.  Not hating on Canada, just to be clear.  I got love for Canada.  But when the MLB and NBA have both already expanded into your country, I just can't get that excited about it.  Shout out to Canada anyway, now that the Bruins hold the cup.  More importantly, however, is how they got to the site.  I'm gonna go ahead and give this a new paragraph, because it's important that you all read this part.  Here is what was googled.

"what does my poop mean"

If that is not right up my alley then I don't think I even have an alley.  I can't tell you how many times I have thought that.  Mostly because I don't remember all of my thoughts.  This just goes to show you that writing about poop can only be good.  I'm gonna go ahead and screenshot that and post it.  Here goes.

It's funny because it's true

In related news, a reader that shall not be named told me that last blog had too much poop related content.  This post will have less graphic poop detail, but just keep in mind that "what does my poop mean" got someone to read my blog.  Or at least click the link by accident.  It's called advertising?

Now I'm super interested what this guy's (i assume it was a guy.  do girls google that kind of stuff?) poop was like, and how he thought google could know based on that what to look up.  You gotta be more specific bro.  Google isn't your buddy that can look at your poop and answer your vague questions.  I promised I wouldn't get into poop details today, but you gotta be more descriptive when you ask what your poop means.  For all google knows your poop could have just used an old expression and that you didn't understand or you could be asking some grand philosophical question, like "what do the constellations mean?"  Hell, you could even be asking what the phrase "my poop" means in english.  Step up your google game.

By the way, how big of a stretch are the constellations?  You know what Taurus is? the letter K.  Scorpius?  A line.  Orion? a virus.  Whoever made up the constellations is an idiot.  Apparently nobody even knows who made them up.  Ya, if I decided that a line was a scorpion I think I would want to be anonymous too.  Lay off the shrooms, ancient farmers.

Just realized that I only say bro on this blog.  I never say bro in real life.

You know what's worth inventing?  Shoes with built in socks.  Actually maybe that would get gross.  I'm just tired of putting multiple things on my feet.  they're so far away and I'm so inflexible.  Somebody get on that.  Shoes with built in self-cleaning socks.  Come on science.  Maybe Kailey-our-soon-to-be-ex-waitress-at-trivia's dad can invent something.  Come on Mr. Trivia Waitress.  I don't know your last name but I know that you do science.

Kailey if you read this sorry I never learned your last name.  Next week I will.  Also call me.  You've seen my ID enough times to be able to find me on facebook, and I go by Drew, not Andrew.  Also I hope I'm spelling your name right.  We'll miss you at Kriegers, I'm sorry it didn't work out with your coworkers and the distance you have to drive to work.

Here is my haiku:

Hi Kailey, what's up?
you like to touch my shoulder
is this too creepy?

I think Tim will like that haiku.

They call me the creep