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"You're on, let's take this outside bitch!"
I bet Eduardo the drunk Mexican that I could take a bigger shit than he could. The crowd followed us outside where we each perched upon seperate empty coffee cans.
I let loose a ravaging shit, quickly reaching the halfway mark. Eduardo was painfully squirming away atop the Folgers can.
I continued my efforts, slowly losing feeling in my legs. Eduardo is tipping over due to the obvious inebriation.
I look down, and see that I am spent. No more poo for me.
I sheepishly look over, and see Eduardo passed out, laying on the ground, shitting all over himself...and not in the can.
He did have a larger poo, but, he did not dispose in the can, thus, not being able to be measured.
I win due to disqualification.
Damn you Eduardo, next time, shit like a man.
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