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Manwich makes my dog fart. We don't feed him table food, but he still manages to get a granule of it that falls on the floor or something.
Also, in college, we had a guy above us who was always turning us in to the dorm god for making too much noise, etc. One of our friends 400 pound father's underwear accidentally made it to school in his clothes bag one weekend. We made manwich and slopped a couple spoonfuls in the crotch of the size 56 briefs and slung them up onto the balcony rail of our upstairs neighbor. We sat in lawn chairs until he finally saw them. He screamed like a little girl and used a hairbrush to knock them off the rail - then he threw the hairbrush out into the yard retching.
Manwich is cool.
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