That moment half way through a run when you realize you have to take a giant shit. I was racing against my bowels that last mile. Now my sweat is suctioning my ass to this toilet seat. Enjoy that NSA.
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Should have thrown words like bomb and White House in that text so that they'd actually read it...
They already know. That's a two-way mirror in your bathroom.
I just dropped a bomb in my apartment.
They call them runner's trots for a reason.