Andy stopped by while I ate breakfast. He’d just finished his wet food so needed to clean up.
~ Lick! Lick! ~
“You got that dirty, too?”
“I’m here, my precious!”
~ Lick! Lick! Lick! ~
“Well done, Andrew! Clean as a whistle. I can see that from here.”
“You sharing, Doug?”
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If not Andy cleaning his bum while I eat, the television advertising usually includes some diarrhea product with a catchy diarrhea song and a dancing chorus: constipation cure that includes an animated turd going through the intestine; toilet paper that makes your butt not only cleaner but does it more softly than other products; “Dude Wipes” with emphasis on how they prevent fecal tracks in male underwear; feminine hygiene products; and deodorant products you can smear anywhere you stink, including the female crotch, which is demonstrated. Change the channel, and scrolling through the choices, “Dr. Pimple Popper” pops up one day. Why don’t I eat at the table? Eating alone at the table is kind of pathetic!