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Attempting to defecate, I was beginning to bite my lip, scared;
There was nothing but silence, stall doors swinging, the Wall Street Journal rustling, and running water;
Twas a sad day for the colon; the feces would not vacate the rectum. The anus had won, but tomorrow is another day.
Squeezed out by TeaM GiMP on 02/16/2000
Diagnosis is Freestyle
Postcards are coming soon.
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