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Said sauce, fyi, was just clear liquid left over from the nu-litely gallon of pineapple-flavored liquid laxative Paul had to chug the night before. I had to bite my lip to keep from bursting out laughing, partly because I was in such a good mood after hearing his colon was 'clean as a whistle' with no polyps or danger spots. The nurses required that Paul demonstrate he could walk normally following the procedure, to make sure everything was kosher. They made him walk down this little hallway and Paul did a John T ravolta strut walk for them and then turned and gave them the thumbs up sign. For that, I had to dig my nails into the palm of my hand to keep from guffawing. It was the funniest thing ever.


That is awesome.


How endearing. How profound. How totally fucking gross. :)


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