Yes, Celia shits
Donald Trump pretended to be disgusted by the very thought of what Hillary did on her bathroom break during the debate. Trump is a stupid guy, but even he understands that women have bodies.
It reminds me of Jonathan Swift's poem, The Lady's Dressing Room, wherein Swift's protagonist is shocked to realize that his love object has bodily functions:
So things, which must not be expressed,
So things, which must not be expressed,
When plumped into the reeking chest,
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell.
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
Send up an excremental smell
To taint the parts from whence they fell.
The petticoats and gown perfume,
Which waft a stink round every room.
Thus finishing his grand survey,
Disgusted Strephon stole away
Repeating in his amorous fits,
Oh! Celia, Celia, Celia shits!
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