This one time...Bryan called me in the middle of the night from his closet. He was crying and so I told him to say a prayer. He did. I said one too. "PLEASE don't let Bryan poop his pants again." Then I got a mattress and climbed into my bathtub alone. Everyone else was sleeping. What was I supposed to do?
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This one time...Bryan called me in the middle of the night from his closet. He was crying and so I told him to say a prayer. He did. I said one too. "PLEASE don't let Bryan poop his pants again." Then I got a mattress and climbed into my bathtub alone. Everyone else was sleeping. What was I supposed to do?
That is a TRUE STORY. At least the part about the pants.
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