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yeah, i almost had to ask a followup on that one gothmund, but i wasn't sure i wanted to get into the question of whether my refusal to contemplate scrubbing my asshole out with my finger stuck through a piece of toilet paper made me firmly middle-class bourgoise, and thus simply unable to "get it." i'd steal fucking newspapers from the neighbors or use leaves or pinestraw or dead cats before i cleaned my ass up with a finger. therefore, i assume this was some rather 'finger in asshole' humor from pan.
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