Talk about a bus load of trouble. This animal

Talk about a bus load of trouble. This animal strolls up, enters and sits down with all the other passengers like it's a
church pew on Christmas Eve. He hadn't worn deodorant since 1985 when he got a mean case of shingles in his
belly button. In Catholic school they called him "shinglebutton" because the disease would make his belly button
swell and pus a little bit. You could see it from outside his shirt. He was embarrassed, but even more worried about
what the girls of Sigma Delta Tau would think when he showed up later at their door, with that unsightly wound oozing
with green slime. They would be bound to find out his lifelong secret. It would ruin his family, but he really needed help. He decided to
call his friend, Frank. Frank would know what to do. He had things that could make other things go away. We called him 'Preparation F' for a reason. He answered on the first
ring and told us that he knew precisely what was to be done. First, we had to hide out on top of a hill with lots of loaded guns and remain there until help arrived. I wasn't
sure how to maneuver a miniature tank nor how to use the element of surprise - I failed chemistry 101 - but I decided I'd give it a try. After all, my mother used to say
"It's like when you don't know if it's gonna be shit or a fart, but you fart anyway. Sometimes you just need to let it rip; take a chance!" So, I did. And I gave it the gas!

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