Cheese and Crankers

Today I started things out right. Chugged a fridge-pack of crank.

First thing I did, made some Cheerios, sprinkled on a lil' crank.

Maybe you haven't yet seen the global phenomenon that are making people say, "I want to defile my 'Culture and Gender' teacher."

Crank. In theaters. Now. Want a movie that makes you thrust your reclining chair into the fragile knees of the person sitting behind you? Get Cranked. Want high octane, perspiration smeered, H-train loaded, davondinho dabbling, dijon on pomp, get me a poland spring because my throat just can't take anymore crank? Yeah go see it. And go pray for the children.

And call that teacher.