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Sep 01
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As though people with diarrhea arrived all Speedo-ed up, found the life guard and said, 
 “Hey, man!  What up.  Soooo…. I know you said NOT the hot tub, which I totally get, by the  way.  The super strong jets, the roiling, boiling, the holy hot water — that’s just grr-OSS.  But!  I was wondering?  Maybe I could just slip into the lap pool.  Get the old heart rate up?  
<silence>
No?  Hmm… what about the kiddie pool?  That’s basically filled with urine any way.  No one would be able to tell.”
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As though people with diarrhea arrived all Speedo-ed up, found the life guard and said,

“Hey, man!  What up.  Soooo…. I know you said NOT the hot tub, which I totally get, by the way.  The super strong jets, the roiling, boiling, the holy hot water — that’s just grr-OSS.  But!  I was wondering?  Maybe I could just slip into the lap pool.  Get the old heart rate up? 

<silence>

No?  Hmm… what about the kiddie pool?  That’s basically filled with urine any way.  No one would be able to tell.”

via theclearlydope