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   From: HereIAm@Home.org   
      
   Her book about losing her ass is generously laced with "fuck,"   
   "motherfucker," "queers," "pickaninny," and other choice morsels.   
      
   One chapter is entitled "Pooping."  Seems she was driving down the   
   highway with her toddler and her infant when she had the urge to take   
   a dump, prompted by her toxin-flushing all-fruit diet.  She   
   contemplated using a gas station when it dawned on her that she   
   wouldn't have the time to undo two baby car seats, drag the kids, and   
   ask for the key from an illegal alien.  She couldn't leave the kids in   
   the car.  She recalled horror stories on the 11:00 news where a   
   despondent parent said, "I just left them in the car for 30 seconds   
   while I got a bottle of milk."  What would she say, "I just left them   
   in the car for a minute while I shit my brains out"?  So no bolting to   
   the restroom was feasible but Mt. St. Kirstina was about to erupt.   
      
   Without really thinking, she saw her hand independently reach into her   
   baby's diaper bag, grab a Pampers, and shove it down her pants.  She   
   recalled that cathartic moments happen only rarely in each lifetime   
   and this was one of those blessed moments.  An explosion of seismic   
   magnitude occurred, but she felt protected, joyous, and even   
   invincible.  She pulled into her driveway, opened the door, undid both   
   car seats, put her bag over her shoulder, and proudly walked into the   
   house, past her husband, the housekeeper, and the painter who were   
   none the wiser.   
      
   Always thought that she was hot but now I'm absolutely smitten.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)