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Feel Up 

Google is no longer providing advertisements to the SOB website. Their decision is explained below:

As stated in our program policies, AdSense publishers are not permitted to place Google ads on pages with adult or mature content.

As a result, we have disabled ad serving to the site.

WTF?

SOBs don’t click on their links anyway. What we need are actual sponsors - like Chico’s Bail Bonds in Bad News Bears.

But their email reminded me of a funny story from college.

I had only known my roommate a few hours when he took me to my first fraternity party. He was a sophomore, and was catching a lot of grief from his buddies because it had been a while since he got stinky on his pinky.

I left the party with a voluptuous Gamma Phi whose name escapes me. And by escapes, I mean I probably didn’t know it that night either.

We got Funky Cold Medina behind the bushes outside her sorority house. When the deal was done, I hopped up, and ran back to the dorm because I couldn’t wait to tell my new roomie about it.

He was asleep when I got there, so I strategically placed my fingers in a closed peace sign position underneath his nose and said, “You recognize that smell little fellar?”

“WTF are you doing?” he asked as he raised his head off the pillow.

“Just letting you know that everything’s going to be alright.”

My baby she like to rock. My baby she like to roll.