Woke up this fine morn, and my breath smelt/tasted like a geriatric fart passed through an onion. It sparked a eureka moment: CRAP!
I know it’s been a little over a year since our last CRAP inspiration – celebrated by the rousing theme song from Superman, but I’d like to see if I can try to kick-start this love affair again.
In the spirit of re-birth, I send today’s CRAP out to the Blair Bear, who’s got a little cub on the way this month.
Back in 2006, the heydays of CRAP, Mr. Bear voted this, “The worst CRAP of all time.” Well, I’ve decided to step it up for ya, Phoebe! I’m a glass-half-full kinda guy and I believe it could always be worse.
I find today’s CRAP quite apropos for all the CRAP fans out there who have felt neglected; secretly longing for some CRAP-MAN love that was once so prevalent in their lives. You remember? CRAP: so hot and steamy at its onset, yet destined to maybe just dry up and blow away in the wind. Where has the time gone…and what has happened to us?
Let’s try again, and after that sweet, sweet lovin’, late at night…yeah, you know, when it’s good for you babe and you’re feeling alright…will you just roll over…and turn out the light?