I had a rectal offering of the most rancid variety moments ago. I stood up and wiped my plum with an upward stroke, folded, rinse, repeated. Hmmm, quite odd that the corn curtain didn't have any more smears on it. I bent over at a 45 degree decline and walloped my domicile of chile con carne with rapid fire succession swipes of post pooping precision. Behold!!!! The 2 ply was covered in a Tyra Banks like hue.
Needless to say, I finished this task in the sitting position.
Cara Taylor, I conclude that you have a dirty bum.