Remember those precious moments you've shared with your kids? Their first butterfly, the first time they pedal on their own, finding the little mouse together in Goodnight Moon?
"This is for all the dudes who still go downtown on their woman. Not them limp-wristed metrosexuals. But dudes who like to clean it all up."
That's a somewhat admirable sentiment, right? So I turned around and the boys' faces were frozen with awe in the dim light near the sound board. We looked at each other. Then we looked down. And listened to a wonderful rendition of what's sure to become a timeless classic and family favorite.
"Cunt Sucking Cannibal."
Then the guitar player tried to spit, but it drooled on to his T-shirt. He tried to wipe it off, but a song started and he never
got back to it. It was a sort of figure 8 pattern right above his
gut. It stayed there for the whole night as they played other
family treasures like "Gonna Rape You" and "I'm Going To Give You