Last night, I fell asleep eating a chocobar.
Around 4 AM, I woke up to discover my hands and legs were covered in warm brown chunks.
It took me ten minutes, during which I checked my boxers three times, to realize I hadn't pooped my bed.
The moral of the story is...
Well, even if there is no moral at least I didn't poop my pants.
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