Before anyone asks, I truly have no idea what the color of my poop is gonna be before it comes out of my bum.
It's not like I'm some sort of tortured artist who is making some sort of statement. Or that I swallowed a box of Crayolas and getting rid of them one by one. And it's not like the Vegas bookies have an inside tip of what color I'm producing and are making a killing off of it.
It just comes out, and it might be green. Or it might be brown, orange or black. I have no idea and I have no preference, really.
I just have that power.
Fear me.
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