And it's no surprise since I'm the Barker that brought you cock flavored popsicle or cocksickle. I'm also a big fan of rubbing one out and burping the worm. I find this shit gloriously amusing as it takes me back to my time living in the athletic dormitory. But back on point, who wouldn't want to drink a beer with Salisbury after this sexting revelation? Look, some of you are going to find this story a bit over the top and I'm okay with that. But we need that guy at the party who's willing to go above and beyond for our comedy pleasure. If it's a drunken former professional athlete, all the better. A cautionary tale can take no better form. So pour one out for Sean. This world could always use colorful bad examples.