Tea-bagging and tea-bagging shrimp are two very different things. I prefer the former to the latter. I first met Lauren Powers on the Amtrak from Laguna Beach down to San Diego. I noticed she was muscular and likely did steroids due to her voice having more bass than the Modesto Philharmonic. I commented on her appearance. Our conversation evolved from "get the fuck out here, you creep!" to "How much would it cost to teabag you?" She charged me $350 for the pleasure. She didn't punch me in my coconichi! Not even once!! You may call it crazy, I call it capitalism. This was during the time when that guy Mystery the Pickup Artist and "The Game" was the talk of the town. I denounce such things these days, however. I guess the moral of the story is to be careful about "manifesting" your fetishes with your shaman/therapist.

Edited to add the bit about denouncing and whatnot.