I got Lance in my pants.

The Internet is famous for catering to every imaginable perversion, and then some,  but I'm not sure if even not sex advice columnist Ray Smuckles knows about this:
 

Is there even  a name for the gratification derived from eating peanut butter crackers that have been pulverized by their sojourn in the back pocket of a tight pair of jeans? I mean, in English.
In a different valence, it's hard to believe that the guy in the bicycle race missed out on this cross-promotion opportunity. By then, he passed on my idea to saw truck nutz in half and paint them yellow, too.

Comments

[Marco]

I need more wine for this.

[ryan]

haha yesss. i have had half a gallon of wine and its still not enought