People come from far and wide to read Boys Don’t Read. We track this data continuously, looking for the reasons people visit our site. We know all about your sick minds. Your IP Address. Where you live. But luckily for you–after reading some of the reasons you have come to read our humble blog–there’s no way we’ll ever try to contact you. See? Weirdness does have its perks.
“Revolutionary Fist Bump”
I have no idea what this means, but it has to be awesome. Like, you’ve revolutionized the fist bump, or are looking to do just that? Or did you have a fist bump that somehow changed your life and, now, you’re looking for a community who understands your transformative experience. Tell us. Please.
“Dungeon Master Cat”
I won’t lie: this kind of scares me.
“Why Boys Don’t Read?”
Well, it depends on the question. We do many things that we think are funny, but sometimes it doesn’t connect. We consider this to be the fault of the other. But, to answer your question, I guess I’ll have to say: Because.
“Peeta Shirts for Girls.”
Glad to see there are some vegans reading the blog.
“Hoops the book”
I can’t joke: a formative experience in my life. Read it.
“Up Up Down Down Left Right Left BA Mario”
You are among friends. And as a friend, please allow me to correct a mistake: Up-Up, Down-Down, Left-Right, Left-Right, B-A, Start. Game on, friend.
I sense a trend…
“One Direction Boys”
*these are not the droids you are looking for*
It has been said before, yet Steve really is the only one who broods.
“Where Boys go to shout stuff in the butt.”
I have no idea, but I can only assume you meant “shoot stuff in the butt”. Either way, I hope you enjoyed the blog.