When you get drunk and commence googling past loves, potential loves, anyone who has made you eat sour grapes.
After that 11th beer I spent the rest of the night beer-googling my exes.
the activity of searching the web for images of (unbeknownst to the practitioner) progressively less attractive women, while under the increasing influence of alcohol.
"dude, did you fall asleep in front of the computer again? and what the hell were you looking at?"
"are you hung over?"