Hmm. Is it brown? does it smell funny? can you squish your fingers through it?
Maybe. I thougt I told you to scram.
Fine mm I'm leaving anyway before you start waxing poetic on your poo-tail. Grossssss! bye bye
Tammy is afraid of the truth of feces. There is nothing more elemental and therefore beautiful. DOn't deny yourself Tammy.
Whatever mountain man. Whats so elemental about stinky bits of undigested corn anyway. JeezzWhats next a performance piece with your poop?SEEN IT!
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Hmm. Is it brown? does it smell funny? can you squish your fingers through it?
Maybe. I thougt I told you to scram.
Fine mm I'm leaving anyway before you start waxing poetic on your poo-tail. Grossssss!
bye bye
Tammy is afraid of the truth of feces. There is nothing more elemental and therefore beautiful. DOn't deny yourself Tammy.
Whatever mountain man. Whats so elemental about stinky bits of undigested corn anyway. Jeezz
Whats next a performance piece with your poop?
SEEN IT!
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