Can't be helped. I'm a sucker for interpretive dance (as seen below, thanks to Paul). This kid's small, plump, and bursting with fruity flavors, like Tidal Wave bubble gum ... is it even around any more?
Forgot to add this conversation in the previous entry. It occurred in Vegas, after Paul unsuccessfully attempted to go to the bathroom ...
ME: False alarm, huh?
ME: I've been having the same problem too. It's so damn hot and dry here, Vegas is screwing with my ability to poo. I've been loading up on coffee and water, and it still won't slide out.
PAUL: Maybe the coffee will work its magic later?
ME: What if it doesn't? I'll have to take that drug they give to pregnant women to induce labor.
RAY: Or you can perform a cesarean.
ME: In an emergency situation, I probably would have to do a c-section on my ass.
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