"Honey, have you seen my iPod?"
"Umm, I think it's on the couch. You leaving for your run now?"
"Not yet. I have to poop first."
"So you need the iPod to poop?"
"Maybe."
"Do I even want to know what tunes help you with that particular task?"
"Probably not."
But I'm really hoping that it's not speed metal. Because that would be really disturbing.
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