Um, Crank This

Earlier today, I jokingly mentioned referencing this (NSFW) item on Gawker at dinner, because I'm so rarely updated on my friend's lives in any medium that involves infamous gossip sites and photos of them with bodily fluids on their faces. When the conversation turned to having your nipple bitten at a dive bar in Montana and the actual meaning of the lyrics of Soulja Boy's Crank That, it occurred to me that I might actually have an opening that I didn't have to artificially manipulate into being. But I kept my mouth shut, because we were having potato soup at the time and even I've got a tiny shred of self-restraint when the moment calls for it. Luckily, that's why Al Gore invented the internet.