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cider is fucking horrid stuff. I once needed to go really badly after about 7 woodys, no light bulb in the mens, barely any paper, so i did what any man would do. quick goodbyes, and somehow i managed to walk about a mile home, well run, but only in the figurative sense, before making it to the bathroom, somehow getting up the stairs and then unleashing the 'goodness' of apples. 
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