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I'm a pretty happy camper. The landlord of the center for the Cerritos Crepes just brought our rent down 300 buckaroonies. Woot! So I'm totally taking a dump right now since it's my most favorite thing to do. After I finish this splendor of nature, I will have to clean myself, which brings to the table a very sensitive subject: shit on the hand. I'm not going to lie... there are times I accidentally get a smudge of shit on my hand. It might be because sometimes I underestimate the amount of area I need to cover with TP, or sometimes during the wipe the TP tears and it ends up being the finger wiping old glory clean. Either way, there are times that one just can't help but wonder what a grandeur smell was made....