constipation strikes again...or maybe it's just that i'm gun-shy...i go into a nice, cool..EMPTY (emphasis on the EMPTY) bathroom, and the "I can't crap alone guy" once again cops a squat next to me....first thing i'm going to do when i get home (besides file late taxes) is get my pheromones tested to see if my shit gives off a chemical that
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