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Never so much as sharted, and damned glad about it. I did, however, pull what was perhaps the opposite feat. While driving cross-country I once didn't shit from Quebec to Las Vegas. All we had in between were port-o-pottys and cheap motel bathrooms (we just stayed wherever we were at the time) and I refused to use either. Now this might not sound like TOO much, but mind you this is a sighseeing trip... It was a week and a half between the two. After like 4 days I think my butthole just gave up on trying to get me to poop.
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