And don’t shart. Never shart. If you’re older and think it’s gas, fight the feeling. Or make a beeline for the bathroom down the hall while being careful not to knock over the microwave, mouthwash, or the mushu moon cake mellowing out next to the melon.
Don’t think you’re going to enjoy a Wee bit of dry gas, because ‘er each gas molecule might be propelling 6bits of shard particles wanting to get the hall outta dodge and caravan onto the nice white sheets or worse on your new best friend tickling your taint, scrodum, and oiling up your Richard Roundtree!
No amount of scrubbin will remove that drubbin from the 80 thread count second hand table covering or the mildewed hand cloth. Stock up on Purell and alcohol pads. Cheers!
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