Astronauts, etc.

Ah fuck. This is fucking smooth balls. 

While I wasn't sure if I was down with Astronauts, etc., I can now properly slap myself with the balls I just called smooth and start the relationship between their fingies and my side face holes (ears bro) over. Holy fucking guitar work.

I'd like to formally announce that myself and "Shake It Loose" are going steady. I've already sketched the name into my trapper keeper, "Shake It Loose" has already handed over the letterman's jacket and the last pair of drawls it wore at track practice.

This fucking song sounds like the soundtrack to a Moonlighting episode, but instead of lawyers and Bruce Willis, it's all sex between doctors in the doctor's lounge and un-reimbursible rectal exams on the lunch table. I WANT ALL OF THE SEX.

ASTRONAUTS, ETC. THIS IS FUCKING BALLS. SMOOTH BALLS. DAMN.