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It’s a nice hot summer day You’re going on a family trip That is two hundred miles away You don’t want you mom to flip So you chose to not say a word You thirst, but do you dare take a sip? So far this whole trip is all blurred Pressure builds deep inside you It’s so great it’s completely absurd So unbearable, what should you do? It hurts so bad you’re about to die Hold it tight, you’re about to spew! Maybe you should listen the next time instead of asking why Your mom told you to go before you leave But no! You don’t have to! You’re a guy! Now you really have to pee!
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