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Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Ya know there's nothin' I love more first thing in the morning when I get on the bus and I'm hit with that fragrant odor of un-wiped bum. It's like that scene in Apocalypse Now... where buddy says I love the smell of fresh napalm in the morning... makes ya just wanna snort up big honkin' nostrils full. For Chrissakes peeps... wipe yer damn asses. —Here piggy