Well how about that for some Grade A feces.

I remember as a child, I put a piece of dry dog food in between an oreo/ice cream sandwhich and fed it to my brother.

He asked for some more even after we told him what was in it.

Man, we tortured him.

But in a brotherly way...which means the worst kind of way
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