Recently, I've found myself hurriedly rushing to the restroom wherever I go. In my mind, it isn't because I've been chugging huge Gatorade bottles filled with water... it is the weight of the extra pounds pressing on my bladder making it impossible to write one more email before dashing to the pot. Well, if you ever find yourself in this situation - I've found something just miraculous to help when you're driving down Hwy 61 and you feel the need to go, BAD.
Craig will be happy to know that I've researched where I'll be directing him to speed off the highway so I can use the toilet, baby "everything I do, I do it for you..."
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