Every day on the walk home I encounter the same piece of dog poop. It's in the middle of the sidewalk. After weeks of sitting there it doesn't even look like poop anymore, just a clump of dirt that the flies abandon when I get too close. I forget that it's there every time, and every time I see it I almost step on it and every time I think Whew, that was close.
It reminds me of work somehow.
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I've noticed that guys seem to like to talk about poop, or at least they have no problem with it. I won't get into it, but from a girl perspective, this is a sign of some sort. Watch that tird carefully to uncover the deeper meaning.
LC it is a guy thing no matter how old we are. A guy can say to his friend, "smell this, it is really nasty." Sure enough his friend will take a sniff.
JP Jana and LC's Dad
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