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Ahh, high school memories.
Had a buddy some years ago at a swim training camp try it with his boxers. Caught his ass on fire. Ended up in the ER with second degree burns. Seared all hairs - anus, crotch, everything. Couldn't walk right for a week, and no way could he enter a pool full of chlorine!
This one time, at band camp......
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Whence September dusk grows crisper still,
with leaves all crimson conquered,
I yearn to shout,
and dance about,
and stick pickles in my honker...
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