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| Ever wonder where "things" end up when you flush them down the toilet? No one was around last Friday, so for fun, I flushed myself down the john. |
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| After a long and wild water-slide ride, I got spit out into this sloppy stream in Blue Kills Park. When I came to, there was none other than Mr. Parfenix sitting there reading the newspaper and munching on some soggy bread he found washed up by the river. I reached out my hand for him to help me out, but he wouldn't have none of it. "How do I know where that hand's been?" "The toilet!", I replied. He thought about it for a second then proceeded to fish me out of the scummy waters. What a pal! |
