Actually, my google keyword research suggests some of you savages do, but I suspect that search statistics don't tell the whole story about our proclivities. They reveal only what we sloppily grasp for when we're, ya know, searching. For something to fill the void, as they said in the 90's.

Our true tastes would be better illustrated with a list of the urls we know by heart of dignified websites we've never had to search for in google, because they are our home pages for sure. The Economist, and that's the only dignified one I know. I've never been to that site.

Because google is free, discreet, and keeps a straight face no matter what you ask her to do for you, you're bound to eventually drop your pretensions and reveal your base desires even if only by accident. Surely, only on very lonely night when self-respect was out the window would a upstanding humor connoisseur type in something as desperate as "funny shit".

We all have those nights. See the below screen shot from such a night in my life.

As a girl, it's hard to think of myself as funny shit. I'm going for she's really cool and marriageable more than that's some funny shit. I'd like to be a she more than a that.

Research suggests, however, that in order for people who might be interested in my goods to find me on the web on purpose, I have to be direct about what I'm peddling. For this reason, you might notice me doing disgusting things like referring to my jokes as Funny Jokes, my videos as Hilarious Video Clips, and the remaining site content as, say, More Funny Stuff. Headlines will, in general, beat it over your head that you're supposed to be laughing.

Maybe when more visitors appear, I can tone it down, but for now, please accept my deepest apologies, and know that I don't take your presence here to mean you're some cackling oinker.

Finally, as a nod to your generosity of spirit, I will be stamping "Laughter Optional" on every page.