We can't think of anything in the world that compares to getting finger banged at summer camp. So we'll leave it at that sweet, sweaty, sticky thought. The rest of the stuff that happened this week is after the jump. 

Highs:

We visited a brothel. 

We wrote a dirty story.  

We found the greatest porn poster ever. 

And quite possibly the trailer for the greatest biopic David Lynch never made. 

Desmond Tutu did it with the gays. 

We got finger banged at summer camp. By someone famous! 

Cindy McCain got sporked. By you! 

We agreed we like our women with a little meat on their bones. Even our beauty queens. 

We learned that Bill O'Reilly is maybe, almost funny. In an asshole kind of way.

We almost saw Ellen Page's boobs. 

Lows:

We almost saw Ellen Page's boobs.

We were offline for a while. 

We kind-of hated the blogosphere for a minute, but then we realized we might just be tired of Madonna. 

We found our next career move, and no, it's not hooking. 

Brad Pitt got kind-of ugly. 

This guy creeped us out. 

We visited the Museum of Broken Relationships, and shed a few tears.

Our Crush of the Week died.