Monday night is poker night around these parts and for the past few years I have convened with the same group of guys to play cards on an weekly basis. The host of the game had told us the previous week that there may not be a game last night because, well, it was his 13th wedding anniversary.
So, yesterday morning, I sent an e-mail to Blood asking in the subject line “How long” and in the body “do we give the Gooch before we start pestering him” about whether there would be a game.
And of course, for the next 16 hours (literally) I was singing this song.
All of that led me to start Googling the phrase ‘How long.’
I’ll admit a small fascination with Google’s new-ish auto-complete function that gives you some of the most popular options for the first few words of your search. The “How Long” search was a real treat.
Here are the top options for How Long.
How long does weed stay in your system?
How long does it take to get a passport?
How long does alcohol stay in your system?
How long does it take to get pregnant?
How long does the flu last?
How long to boil an egg?
How long does sperm live?
How long does implantation bleeding last?
How long is the Great Wall of China?
If you ever want to really get to know the people around you, just look at Google’s auto-complete. We’re apparently surrounded by people who get drunk, stoned, and pregnant, don’t know how to cook, and are planning to get a passport to go to China.
These are our people.
(Oh, and we did play cards. Happy anniversary Mrs. Gooch!)