Back in WW2, I was captured by the Japanese after my plane went down and left me paralyzed. They tortured me, subjecting me to pat-downs by hundreds of schoolchildren at a time. |
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While in solitary confinement, my only contact with humanity was the pin-up girl poster I had smuggled in through my rectum. |
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Now, some fifty years and a purple heart later, I still have that pin-up girl lodged up my ass. Now if you will excuse me, I must make poopies. |
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