Do not try this at work

Anyone that knows me fairly well, knows that my all time favorite song is, "You're a Grand Old Flag". I'm sure I'm not alone in my fondness for this song. Anyway, yesterday at work, one of my co-workers was asking my opinion of new ringtones for her cell phone. She was torn between the Pink Panther theme song and the Looney Tunes song. I asked if they had "....Grand Old Flag" available as a ring tone. Now I've been considering upgrading my cell phone for some time but if I knew my phone could play "You're a Grand Old Flag" the one or two times a week my phone rings, well that would be enough to tip the balance from me contemplating upgrading to actually doing it. With the encouragement of my co-worker Denise, who was talking to me at my desk, I decided to do a Google search for my favorite song ringtone. I typed into the Google searchbar, "You're a Grand Old Flag" and "ringtones" After clicking on two of the search results with no success, I clicked on the third result. Third times a charm, right? Well after scrolling down an entire page of what appeared to be kiddie songs I finally find what I'm looking for. A link for a "You're a Grand Old Flag" ringtone. Or so I think. I click on the link, with Denise still standing behind me, I start to get that happy, excited feeling in anticipation of hearing my favorite song when I see on my computer many images of naked, bouncing women. I think they were bouncing. It could have been the waves of panic washing over me that made them appear to be bouncing. Now understand my desk, and thus my computer, are out in the open and my boss quite frequently sneaks up behind me. Not intentionally of course, he just walks quietly. In my panic of having naked bouncing women images on my computer screen, I immediately forgot how to operate my computer. Denise watched as my fingers frantically travelled back and forth in the air just above my keyboard at a total loss as to what key or keys to press to close this naughty window. I finally remembered what keystrokes closed the window and my fingers slid over those now wet keys from the sweat that dripped from my forehead on to them. Phew..Window closed. I'm safe. But I am wondering what happened. How in the world did clicking a link for "You're a Grand Old Flag" take me to a naughty web site. I'll have to try the Google search again tonight when I get home. For educational purposes only. Not so I can bookmark the site.