23 thoughts on “Got Crabs? Pic o’ the day!”

1. I’m not surprised. Filthy sailors. I mean they go from port to port!

2. Yeah, they ought to stick with whisky.

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3. Someone should market a “Crab Man of the Month” calendar. Naked sailors with strategically placed crabs– oh, wait. Ouch. Never mind.

4. Odd thing about this pic–don’t I recall all those gentlemen from those photos of your last party?

5. Yes, and they and their urologists recall YOU particularly well. I think they’re going to sue.

6. Ahoy!

   The sailor on the left looks in pain from the crab biting his hand or is he just yawning and dropping that crab.

7. I’m not as worried about the one on his thumb as I am about the ones in his crotch!

8. hahahaha

9. I hope there’s a tanker of Kwell somewhere around.

10. No idea what you’re waffling on about. I haven’t been to any of your parties; formerly due to geography but latterly as a prudent public health measure.

    No matter, I’m sure the hospital staff will let you out of that I-love-me jacket when they come to soak you in Kwelada.

11. Don’t be silly: after the last strangling, they don’t let me NEAR those jackets.

12. Now now Rain, remember what the good therapist said? When we think of the killings we’re supposed to return to our happy place. We don’t want the shock therapy again, do we?

13. We don’t? But they always give me a lollipop afterwards!

14. Egads! I once found those clogging up the drain in my bathtub.

15. An elecroshock therapist, or a crab? Who showered last, and did you spray the house after they left?

16. Well, if you must know the WHOLE story, which I’m only too happy to tell because I’m in a liquid haze, my roommate was this bisexual guy named Forrest Tree who used to do this high ranking govt dude up the butt – you know, gay for pay.

    Well, one day I brought over a date and all of us were watching some Gerard Dep movie, in French, of course, when what do I see out of the corner of my excellent peripheral vision? The Forrest reaching his long limbs into his boxers and scratching away mercilessly, in front of company!

    After my company, much annoyed, left, The Forrest informed me that he had the crabs. Worse, his, er, special friend had warned him of his predicament but Forrest, being the perv and money desperate hound, proceeded to take it, in more ways than one.

    I suggested he shave off is predicament in the tub….having one day forgotten that he had bid adieu to his little friends with a good shave, a lover and I jumped into the shower to soap up when we noticed the unexpected rise of water around our ankles…

    And, of course, the aftermath.

17. That is unquestionably the grossest STD-infected bisexual pubic hair in the shower drain story that I’ve read all week.

18. Did I mention that my friend and I went ahead and had sex while soaping each other? Among the…pubic-rati?

    Yeah. I forgot about that. Til now.

    Even I’m in denial, I suppose.

19. He must have been awfully hot, or maybe he was a sailor and just didn’t notice?

20. ummmm….when did Stiletto turn into a plumber? What’s with that new avatar?

21. She said she just wants everyone to feel her pain right now.

22. Holy shiznit, batman – that’s some jacked up stuff right there.

    I’d feel pain too if someone else’s ball lice had been at my ankles and in my, um, what do the kids say these days? Vah-jay-jay?

    While we’re on the topic of testicle critters (you just knew I’d have a story, right?), I once had to go to the health clinic to pick up “shampoo” for a chick I was friends with. One of my sleezeball friends at the time gave her some prime grade-A Marlyand crabs. Thankfully I’ve never had the pleasure of having them suck on my ball blood.

23. These days I don’t think you need a condom so much as a wetsuit.

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