Alas! Tis dreadful to lose it all; What to wipe with post mine bowels fall? Not wood, not newspaper, nor bark will do; Nothing will match to wipe away this poo. So here I must sit upon this flushing throne. Doomed! Ne'er shall I leave til there is Charmin shown!
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What to wipe with post mine bowels fall?
Not wood, not newspaper, nor bark will do;
Nothing will match to wipe away this poo.
So here I must sit upon this flushing throne.
Doomed! Ne'er shall I leave til there is Charmin shown!
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--or am I?
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S'up with you, Ness?
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Nothing really, just sitting in my room at Gohl. Thinking about stuff.
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Stuff. There's a great topic to think about. You still bummed?
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