“That’s thirty,” she’ll murmur.
“Yeah. Feels right.”
You’ll quietly weep for a few minutes, then smile. You’ll really need to poop, then you’ll start
ejecting oranges out of your poop chute.
“AHHHHH!” you’ll scream together.
And thus orange-poop-juice will become a thing in our
society.
Congratulations on Fitting the Maximum Number of Oranges Up
Your Own Ass!
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