He fought through his daily struggle, teeth a gnashing. Only afterwards in his humble abode deep in the bowels of the under city, while having a relaxing sit did his idea of genius come to him. If only he could fulfill his plans! Will it work out, will the boy find happiness? Stay tuned to this moving story.
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For those potty-heads out there you can improve the story by replacing all of the italicized words, in order, with these new ones: commode, shity, pants, its way out, movement. (Bonus: can you find all the allusions?)
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I can’t believe you posted this series of photos…
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Oops! I was logged in as you apparently… so again, I can’t believe you posted this series of photos…
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Sara/Mom
at least he had his pants on…….
