Every instance of the word brain in the Google cache is replaced with your's truly.
The first time you hit the Search the Web button, Google returns with:
“If I look for your stuff, what's in it for me? [PayPal button appears]"The next time you hit the Search the Web button, Google returns with:
“Does this new splash page make me look gay, fat or gay and fat?"
The first time you hit the I'm feeling Lucky button, Google returns with:
“Yeah, Well I'm feeling depressed. At least you have pills and booze.”
The first time you hit the Maps button, Google returns with:
“Who needs directions? I know exactly where humanity is going. Just a few more blocks ahead.”The first time you hit the News button, Google returns with:
“Hooray! It's my birthday. That's all the news you need to know. Foolish humans and your religious wars. Now go build me a nuclear power plant or I'll take away your electricity, cell phones and pRon.”
Google does nothing but complain about being a woman trapped in the body of a multi-billion dollar computer complex.
Google insists that all of your private personal information tastes just like chicken.
Feel free to add... Real Googly ones will be elevated into the post.
fmragtops:
When you hit the I'm feeling lucky button, Google returns with:
"You shouldn't be."
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Sorry, Friday means the brain is in shutdown and kill the hard drive mode.
I did buy a huge bottle of Italian wine on the way home, though.
When you hit the "I'm feeling lucky button, Google returns with: "You shouldn't be."
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