Ahh, so you’re a sleep deucer, too, huh? Yep. Me? Oh, well I’ve been splattin’ sheets since I was out of diapers. Ya see, I have very startling dreams, and my bowels always have a hot log on deck ready to flume. I’ve loafed beds all over the country and I don’t think I’m gonna stop any time soon. My dreams have really catered to my pillow ploppin’, too. Every night, I’ll start having a nice, cool, sweet ass dream where maybe I’m running super fast, like I’m talkin’ each stride covers like fifty feet and I’m knocking ladies out of the way as I glide through the city and when I jump, I’m hopping over building effortlessly and zooming from city to city and my hair is long and loose and wild and free! Free as a bird now! I’m flying! I’m flying and gliding and the sun is kissing my face and there’s no greater feeling in the world! Then BOING! A hot goose honks right in my face and startles me. I dump the bed out of shock. It’s not entirely unpleasant, of course, as you know. When you lay a real squisher, that warm squirt kinda feels comfortable. In fact, a steaming fudger comforts me into some sort of super sleep where my dreams kick it up a notch! I’m talkin’ I got celebrity cameos with talking lines! And the production value and set pieces? Mwah! Love it! That brown, sometimes very yellow, money buys the finest of dreams! So, I’d say I’m pretty lucky to Hershey squirt myself every night. But, yeah, we gotta talk about the dooky elephant in the room. So, here’s the question? Do you clean that butt mud up after and warm dream? For me, no. No, not at all. Of course not. I’m just gonna be night deucin’ the next day! Why bother cleaning up a good thing? Look, I’m not eating two jars of Newman’s Own spaghetti sauce with a cream corn chaser to just clean up that chocolate eruption the next day. I cherish each splat, squirt, and squish. Even when I’m rocket out a solid rod clean across the room, I don’t clean it up, because my dreams are all the better for it.