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Here is an excellent email I received about a reader's anus that made me laugh a lot...
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Circa ~1988:
I'm out East with a girlfriend who's brother owns Chung King House of Metal, and we were at the Apollo for a New Year's Eve bash with the likes of 3rd Bass and LL Cool J. Besides 3rd Base, me, my girlfriend, her brother, and a few record exec's, the place was black as midnight. Well, Serch and I decided to partake in some organic treats to set the evening on its ear.

One thing lead to another, and the next thing I know I'm tripping balls surrounded by the cast of The Wiz. I have to poop, so I will make this short-- I thought I had to shit, I talked myself into thinking it was my imagination, I went to fart, I destroyed my trousers. I went to a rather nice backstage restroom and cleaned myself up as best as possible, but the smell was quite noticable. My girlfriend asked me several times if I could smell shit, and I responded, "Honey, Black people have a peculiar odor about them, and this is true with all races. Stop being a racist pig."