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Wally couldn't understand it. While cleaning behind the toilet, he had found a brown substance stuck to the tiles. It looked like a cigar that had been flattened by something very heavy.
He passed the mop over it a couple of times with no results. Then he got down on his knees and dug at it with his index finger. It yielded to his nail in a tight curl, like chocolate ice cream to a scoop.
Wally brought the curlicue of stuff to his lips and stuck his tongue out. Not a heck of a lot of flavor, just a coppery aftertaste. It was almost like something that had been overcooked, something that had lost its savor through physical or chemical processes.
Wally shrugged and scraped the rest of it up.
Now if only he could figure out what that sticky, fungus-flavored substance was beneath his jizz catcher.
Date Written: October 02, 2003
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