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Paranoid About My Ass


Yesterday I went bike riding with my sister. I had showered prior to going, and we didn’t do any hardcore bike riding so when I got home I didn’t feel I needed a shower until later on. But after a few minutes on the couch I recalled the saga of my sister’s smelly ass. It was because of her alleged sweat I had to get my couch’s funk exorcised.

So naturally I got up to go take a shower after ensuring my ass didn’t stink up the couch. There is no way I’m related to my sister. I mean she smelt like balls on a sticky wet hot American summer.

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