I had this girlfriend in college who was fascinated by S.O.D.'s song "Pussywhipped." To her, it was an unintentionally hilarious glimpse into the dude-psyche. You could find her during moments of silence humming under her breath, pu-ss-y-whipped, pu-ssy-whipped, donchu know you're pussywhipped.

And, you know, fair point. I've done things for women. Many things. Things that I wouldn't otherwise have done. Humiliations I wouldn't have otherwise endured. Aggravations I wouldn't have otherwise experienced. But do you know what that's actually called? Human interaction.

Anyway, long way of saying: Moe kind of nails it, and calls out a friend in the process.