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Flannel porn and other oddities

This is an obligatory posting of curious and humorous search terms that have led people to The Flannel Files.  It’s not that I’m lazy and can’t come up with any original ideas for blog posts.  It’s just really hot and humid here today, and I’m very busy doing important things like catching up with Catfish the TV show and playing Word Solitaire on my iPad.

Anyway, here’s a look at some of the most interesting search terms from the past month or so:

lesbian hoarder — Sure, but please see post on how I recently cleaned out my T-shirt closet.  “Hoarder” is such a strong term.

lesbian T-shirts — See above.

being butch — You’ve come to the right place.

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Ah, Xena, all that I have left of you are memories and this sword replica

Xena sword life size — Every self-respecting butch lesbian stuck in the 90s should have one.  Is that a life-size Xena sword in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

the flannel of silence — When W and I fight, I totally shut her out.  I don’t speak to her for days and look right through her using my super-butch powers of iciness and oh-I-didn’t-notice-you-over- there-because-you-are-now-invisible-to-me.  From now on, I will refer to this as “the flannel of silence.”

list of the best lesbian movies — Check.

lesbian gives me gift for my mom — Was this a random lesbian?  What was the gift?  You’ve really piqued my curiosity.  I bet your mom is hot.

butch lesbian bedroom blogs — Yeah, not really that kind of blog.  Sorry to disappoint.

And the lady will have

And the lady will have …

best beaver bait — Try a big smile and a compliment.  “You have very pretty eyes.”  “I really like your dress.”  If that doesn’t work, order her several drinks with dinner.

lesbians pretending to be a cat — Really?

girl in flannel porn — I never knew there was something called “flannel porn.”  Do go on.

lesbian butch fashion — This is an oxymoron.  How about a tie that matches her dress or a stylish vest from the boy’s department.

my wife went to a Christmas party and was taken home by a butch lesbian — I feel your pain, dude.  Sorry that I am smirking.

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