I just went to the restroom, and saw something interesting. There was a random trail of raisin bran leading to the end stall. Said stall is nick-named the "poo stall", on account of the fact that it's out of the way, so it's where the girls go to, well...you know.
I'm strangely relieved that there weren't milk spills on the floor.
Hold On To Your Hats, Sports Fans...
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Wreckporter Barry B. gives us the skinny:
*My wife went into a cake maker to get a small cake for my birthday. They
asked what she’d like on it and she s...

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