It was only a matter of time before it happened to me. I braught it on myself. I washed the radishes with tap water, but did not wait for them to dry before devouring half a bushel. Now I pay the price, squatting on porcielin thrown, contemplating the direction I should take my life.
There is a shimmering glint of hope, the flickering light at the end of this fecal washed tunnel. Poop pills from a family doctor in Orofino, the honorable Kelly McGrath. Thank you thank you thank you.
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