Don't you hate it when you are taken into custody, raped, feel shame and then realize the shame that you are feeling is actually there because you realize you enjoyed it. Yeah, I know, OJ feels the same way. That's why I was suprised when I realised crabs were back. I think of them as my tiny little parisitic pets who will one day be old enough to leave my pubic hair and perform in a Parisitic STD Crabs Flying circus. O.k so they don't quite know how to perform in the trapeze yet but oprah managed to train hers. Feeling dioriented I went for a walk down to my local pub and ran into my girlfriend who for some reason was rubbing her crotch against broken glass. After she had finished she told me that somehow she had gotten crabs. You Bitch I said bashing my fist aginst my postcard from prison. Mad dog was mine and you took him away from me. Someday i hope to race Marlon Brando to a Bar.
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just dont give your crabs to marlon brando. They are his cousins.
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