I'm from Indiana. As long as you got leaves, pinecones, or corncobs, you don't need no bidet to clean up in the aftermath of your colon-cleansing sacrifice to Belphegor. But you go right on ahead, live in the lap of luxury while lording it over all the rest of us peons in flyover country.
Weirdo. ;)
You didn’t even need to mention these things. I knew the moment we met that your meaty Cheerio and pine cones were intertwined in some sick display together.
I’m going to put on a monocle when I use it for the first time.