I couldn't care less. How could anyone even tell?
I'd be afraid I'd offend *them* as my poo don't exactly smell like roses...
But my farts do. 
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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