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When Make-Believe Goes too Far

Once in awhile, I like to entertain a very juvenile sense of humor. Fart jokes, giggling at boobies, and a certain kinship with a one Michael Scott are not beneath me. But other times, I see things that make my soul weep with how far down we have spiraled with this particular brand of humor.

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