It's been an exceptional day for creative Googlers. In the past twelve hours, the usual Ruslana without panties crowd has been joined by the following:
[I should think this only applies to the flutists, no?]
kathleen battle bitch
[old news, girlfriend...]
[this reminds me of that silly game where you stick the phrase 'in bed' after fortune cookie sayings—how should Google know about everyone's sexual proclivities?]
[chacun a son gout, mon ami]
and my favorite Googler to date:
Remind me to wear my galoshes next September.