Received just yesterday:
This one is just a mess. A loud splattery dump that all the kids on tour of the capital can hear. Christ, I just had to tell a lady janitor to go away.
J.J. Dufresne loves all things scatological: fart jokes and girls who laugh at them; scat exhibits and girls who think farting is funny; the colon; those ditties about diarrhea (“When you’re running in a race and something splashes in your face! When you’re sitting in your Chevy and your pants are feeling heavy!”); girls who laugh when he says pull my finger; the many euphemisms for defecation (“dropping the kids off at the pool” and “taking the Browns to the Super Bowl”); a girl who’d ask him to pull her finger. If J.J. met such a girl, he would love her, he would cherish her, he would drop to one knee and ask her to be his wife. But where is such a girl? J.J. Dufresne is looking for you.
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