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Today I effed up by not washing my filthy, filthy underpants.

Smelled him sweet, sweet, stanky boxes.

He kind of sounded like Mike Wazz uh, Mike Wazzowski.

Mike Wazowski. You didn't file your paperwork.

This is actually a yesterday I effed up, but I'm now just getting to posting it, which is like so

unlike a redditor. You post it while the fuck up is happening. Come on. What are you doing?

Deft up by pissing off the mafia and getting shot in the face. Hey guys, I just got shot

in the face. I'm bleeding out, but I thought I would post this. Sorry if this is a little choppy.

I'm averaging pretty bad right now, guys. Yesterday I was getting ready for work and put on

some brand new undies fresh out of the package. Hmm. Fresh. Give them a sniff. I've always usually washed them first for fear of some weird detergent or something that could do harm to my ding-dong to make my butt crack gitchy. But I was in a hurry so I grabbed some through them on and headed to work.

It's a weird fear, but okay.

You never know.

You never know what they put in those undies.

I drink a lot of water during the day.

So usually I have a couple good whizzes in me.

I wear khaki colored pants at work.

So I always grab a paper towel on the way to wipe off the dribble.

I mean, how about like a, how about your flick technique?

Like, come on.

But the flick doesn't,

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