Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…

The Flatulent Inquisitor

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Warts and all, dear reader.  The other day – two days ago, I believe – I was naked in the bathroom and felt a movement of air coming.  I, for some reason unbeknownst to my more sensible and conscious mind, parted my buttocks with my hands, bent over in front of the bathroom mirror, and watched myself release said inner air.  Watched my anus part ever so slightly.


I need to get out more.


Written by epistemysics

January 30, 2014 at 3:16 pm

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