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On this installment of overwhelmingly joyous turpitude, the Canceled Crew have their first million dollar idea for Butt Mints (Trademarked already bro, don't even try it), mimic their favie animal orgazzy, and discuss the mesmerizing godliness that was Connor's Grand Pa-Pa's dick and balls.
"I just don't understand it..." (you may be thinking as the listener,) "They just never have any sort of structure, their microphones echo like Freddie Mercury's asshole, and they talk over each other and argue like they orgasm to the word 'Divorce'... why THE FUCK would anyone listen to this???"
Listen here reader.....they don't fucking know either. Either follow, or don't. Talk about 'em, or don't. It's here for your pleasure. Or not. Ya dumb beaver. Enjoy.
By Clint Lapsansky & Connor Hanna5
55 ratings
On this installment of overwhelmingly joyous turpitude, the Canceled Crew have their first million dollar idea for Butt Mints (Trademarked already bro, don't even try it), mimic their favie animal orgazzy, and discuss the mesmerizing godliness that was Connor's Grand Pa-Pa's dick and balls.
"I just don't understand it..." (you may be thinking as the listener,) "They just never have any sort of structure, their microphones echo like Freddie Mercury's asshole, and they talk over each other and argue like they orgasm to the word 'Divorce'... why THE FUCK would anyone listen to this???"
Listen here reader.....they don't fucking know either. Either follow, or don't. Talk about 'em, or don't. It's here for your pleasure. Or not. Ya dumb beaver. Enjoy.