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The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking

Nerd Sex

Remember when I got that Spotify invite from Douchey La Femme in Linkin Park? Well, I’ve been making good use of it, and I want to share the fruits of my labor with your languid loins. So without additional adieu, I present to you, for your listening pleasure, my very first playlist- The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking.

This guaranteed panty-dropper features such cock-rockin’ jams as “Can’t Fight This Feeling” by REO Speedwagon (not gay), “Making Love Out Of Nothing At All” by Air Supply (not gay), and “Turbo Lover” by Judas Priest (totally not gay). It’s also got some Wham!, Swayze, and Styxx for dat ass, so come get some.

Don’t be caught with your pants down without these pipe-layin’ classics. Trust me, even if she doesn’t want to fuck you, she’ll let you stick it in just so she can hear the end of “Headed For A Heartbreak.” Hell, she may even stay and cuddle a while to see what’s next. And don’t worry about getting her in the mood. If your ministrations don’t make her wet, getting double-teamed by the soulful duo of Philip Bailey and Phil Collins will. She’ll be so preoccupied with the melodic meat in her aural canals that she won’t notice yours betwixt her sticks. And if she is filled with disgust and regret the morning after and decides to report you, who’s gonna believe her when the police sketch comes out looking like the cover of No Jacket Required?

So what are you waiting for, lazy dick? Hurry up and download The Soundtrack To My Lovemaking. It’s like rock n’ roll Rohypnol.

I Got A Spotify Invite Via That Douche From Linkin Park

Mike Shinoda Douche

And so can you, because apparently they’re still available. Just click-tickle dude’s prison pussy goatee and claim it. The link’s been up for over ten days, so either they gave dude a shit-ton or no one gives a fuck about this band anymore. The ones Coke gave away were gone in 60 seconds like Nicolas Cage’s sanity, so you make the call.

I didn’t even know who Mike Shinoda was; I just Googled “Spotify invite” and a link to his website came up. After I posted the link on Facebook, all “Who the fuck is this Shitnola dude?” I was lambasted with the type of colloquial pejoratives that are persistently popular amongst the kids these days. Stuff like gay weenus lover, fecal cootie butt toucher, and the like. But the joke’s on them, because they actually knew numb nards by name. Suckers!

You’d figure by using this link, your account would be pre-loaded with Linkin Park’s shitty back catalog, but thankfully that is not the case. So use this gift wisely and go check out something good, like the new Masto-tune (Black Tongue), or Cool Night by Paul Davis. Or don’t. Because like the song says, in the end it doesn’t even matter. Shit-nuts may care whether you like his music or not, but it’s no skin off my dick.