1. I think I have a fourth nipple on my leg. That's odd.
2. Call me Thoren. Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no butts in my butt, and nothing particular to interest me on the butt, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the butt. It is a way I have of driving off the butt and regulating the butt circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the butt; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my butt; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before butt warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every butt I meet; and especially whenever my butts get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral butt to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the butt, and methodically knocking people's butts off - then, I account it high time to get to butt as soon as I can. This is my substitute for butt and ball. With a philosophical but Cato throws himself upon his butt; I quietly take to the butt. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but knew it, almost all men in their butt, some time or other, cherish very nearly the same feelings towards the butt with me.