by Aengus Cargo
Imagine you’re cancelled puppet-driven Fox comedy series “Greg the Bunny.” You’re unemployed, naturally, and rather depressed. You show up at a bar and chat up “Sesame Street.”
The two of you get nice and sauced, stagger towards the subway and eventually make it back to Sesame’s $4.5 million penthouse, where you proceed to wildly bump unprotected uglies and find out the other’s dirty secret: That you both cry during sex.
Warning for those with heart conditions, delicate eardrums towards 2:00.
As the varmint’s button says, I Heart Metric.