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"Catherine on a tree, F-A-R-T-I-N-G. First comes the sound-"
I half want to stop him, but I really do want to see where this is going.
"Then comes the smell. Then comes..."
I signal for him to continue, an expectant expression on my face.
"Then comes a big pile of shit in the mall toilet.
Reeking of rotten milk,
Its texture as smooth as silk,
The flies around it dance the hula, hula dance!"