This saga has been cracking me up all day, and I simply must share. It all started with an email I received this morning:

What is your picture doing on an Adult Rate-Me website, with a link to your entire life, including your resume, which has your address? [Editor's note: my resume does not list my address for exactly this reason. It does, however, list my city and state, which must have confused this emailer.]

You may want to TAKE THAT DOWN ! ! ! !

I like to look and laugh, but some guys like to - I don’t know - STALK ! ! !

And if you did actually intened to post your VITALS , then get some pics of you topless Hula Hooping with that Susannah chick or something. [HA!]

Since you said you are a prude [I did?] - I assume you have an Ex BF playing a joke on you. Time to take a ball-pean to his hammer, hun.

A ball-pean to his hammer! HA! A helpful stranger who’s got a sense of humor, taboot! Thank you, helpful stranger! I’m totally not being facetious.

Anyway, a quick peek into my referral logs revealed that I’d gotten 500 hits in four hours from an adult website. Someone (probably that same troll I’ve dealt with for months) uploaded a photo of me to a site called rrattemmennudde.com [intentionally garbled because a lot of people searching for rrattemmennudde.com were finding my blog].

The real irony? It’s a picture of Susannah and I wearing sweaters. SWEATERS, people. Why that picture? Regardless of the troll’s reasoning, the result is that poor Suz and I are ranking very low, since, well, it’s rrattemmennudde.com, and, well, we’re not nude. (THANK GOD!) We’re wearing sweaters. SWEATERS! Oh, and don’t even get me started on how my favorite position was listed as “69 cunga lingus.” Did someone say conga line? Let’s party!

Luckily for me, the rrrattemmennudde.com page links to arielmeadow.com, not electrolicious.com. I made a quick change to the arielmeadow.com index (HA! I crack me up) [I've reverted back to the normal index again], and sat back and laughed with coworkers over the ridiculousness of the internet. I even linked the word “innocuous” on arielmeadow.com, hoping that if nothing else I could teach a few porn-surfers a new word.

Then came this email:

Why not stop complaining and take off that sweater, take a pic, and show off you ass-ets. Come on baby, I know you have something good under there

I read the email aloud here at work, prompting a chorus of guffaws from my coworkers around the pod. The email is so encouraging! So letchy! So grammatically fucked up! “You ass-ets.” HA! I’ll take that over mean trolls anyday!

Who knew today would be so funny?