Tuesday, March 13, 2012


Crabhead? Crab head? Crab-head.

You probably shouldn't listen to this anywhere you think you are going to be judged for having the sounds of a woman groaning coming out of your speakers. Just saying.

Also, I want to take this opportunity to thank whomever gave my name to the mail-order penis enlargement company. I got to have that awkward conversation with my roommate about why I received a piece of mail with a disclaimer on the front that read, "Sexually explicit material and photos." Who ever you are, you're a lamb.

You crab-head, you.

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