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My cherished jar has been aging gracefully during these balmy sun-kissed days. It’s been a few days, and I can sense another substantial discharge brewing! Eagerly, I retrieve the jar from the closet. Even without opening it, the odor is already offensive enough to induce nausea. I place the jar in position and unfasten it. The stench is so potent that I yearn I hadn’t unsealed it. Oh well, there’s no turning back now. 😉
I unleash another colossal log, adding it to the brimming jar. It’s genuinely bursting at the seams now! I attempt to seal it, but the task is becoming increasingly messy. The rubber closure is engulfed in excrement, and the creamy, foul-smelling feces are oozing out from the sides. Was this a poor decision? Absolutely not! Behold this magnificent, enormously filled jar, crammed to the brim with my magnificent, thick, heavy, odorous feces! Do you think I could cram in any more?
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