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[pdub]

- or commode relief as you don't think it's that funny.

Well, that by itself is interesting, too. I mean, how did you KNOW? At some point in the fray at work early this morning I stained my drawers. Never trust a fart. Yep, it comes from getting old. And then I left work in the middle of a coordinating getting people together thing on a this-morning timeline, and hurry downtown to the courthouse and sit on one of those church pews in the courtroom, church pews without the slot for a hymnal in the back of each one, with my drawers sticking to my ass. Trying to pay detail-attention to what the judge said to about a hundred of us sittin' there squirming...