when i was a kid, i had to take a shit. my dad pulled over the car and we got out, walking in the woods. this was somewhere in the ozarks. the leaves were all crispy and dry and when i tried to wipe with them, they left fuzzies and scratched my shit. my dad handed me a credit card to which i was bequizzled. as i wiped my butt with the credit card, i felt as if i were slicing butter with a hot knife.
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as i wiped my butt with the credit card, i felt as if i were slicing butter with a hot knife.
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