or as Charlie likes to put (or putt putt putt) it ... he he he he he he he he he (tooting more and more with each and every laugh. He was winning Mario Smash Brothers and was tooting machine gun style! I'm happy that there wasn't a panic to use the restroom, but ... the toilet did get plugged, then filled with barf at the end of the evening. Poor toilet!
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
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