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I swear I could smell him through the microphone.
Fid 2018
I had the poops; full on liquid, can't make it to the bathroom in time, brown fury. As I'm looking at the trail I left and being miserable on the John, suddenly it dawns on me. I wake up in my favourite chair.
If you poop yourself in a dream, do you poop yourself in real life?
Dun dun dun!!!