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Well, it started out as sugar and spice and everything nice. A cinnamon bun. Somewhere it mixed with liquid courage and developed a real attitude. By the time it got to the battle line it had a plan drawn up. The war started with a couple of cramps, and a solid ball that wasn't very big, and was serving as a diversionary tactic. Boom the little plug fell out and on came the troops. They flooded out in a giant brownish sea and took popshots all the way. I'm glad I dont have to clean the side of the bowl here at work. I wiped (a lot and it was really soaking through too). I washed my hands very thoroughly, before I bit my finger nails this time. Now I feel much better, and the bathroom has an aroma that perfectly gives a description of the battle that was waged.
The end!
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