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You are forgetting the follow-through. Agree on the four pillars, but nobody likes to take a satisfying dump than have to clean the bowl afterward because it looks like a crime scene.
 
Seems on topic given the thread jack - I'm surprised about Arby's buying Buffalo WildWings. Surprised Arby's is doing that well and BWs is struggling. Though I always leave BWs surprised how much I spent for what I got. Ten wings, a beer and a diet Coke shouldn't cost $20.
WTF? Beer AND Diet Coke?

I guess you are with someone, but only five wings apiece?
 
They actually have a decent beer selection and make sure to serve whatever is the local/regional fave.
 
Well, are you chasing a beer with a Diet Coke?

(I could actually see doing that with some very high alcohol beers, but I doubt they are served at BWW.)
Why would you ever chase beer with Diet Coke?
 
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Since you didn't ask ... I have attempted to quantify the "good ****," over the last few years, and someday my scale will catch on with the rest of the world.

In a nutshell:

Every good **** has four major pillars:
1. The correct amount of effort - you don't want to have to push too much, and you don't want it falling out of your butt. Just a little push to get things moving.
2. Consistency - Everyone should want to see a rope-like coil when they're finished.
3. Completeness - No one wants that, "OK - but there's more to come in an hour." You want to feel like you got it all.
4. A good clean wipe - with some minimum amount of toilet paper, you want to easily achieve that clean feeling.

Was it tapered on the end like a fine cigar so your asshole doesn't slam shut?
 
You are forgetting the follow-through. Agree on the four pillars, but nobody likes to take a satisfying dump than have to clean the bowl afterward because it looks like a crime scene.

No four-pillar **** would do that, because of the consistency pillar.
 
I walk on the weekend with a friend, through Microville on and near the Microville Tech campus. For months we would walk by cans and bottles and just say, "Wow, there's 50 cents," but just walk on by.

Earlier this year Oregon doubled the bottle deposit to 10 cents. About three weeks ago we just started carrying plastic bags, and picking up the low-lying fruit (no dumpster diving or anything like that). We now have $17 in a kitty, when it hits $25 we'll go out for breakfast.

Easy money, and it's become fun to see who can pick out a PBR, Rolling Rock or Bud Lite can from 50 feet. Restored my faith in college kids drinking cheap beer, too.
 
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I walk on the weekend with a friend, through Microville on and near the Microville Tech campus. For months we would walk by cans and bottles and just say, "Wow, there's 50 cents," but just walk on by.

Earlier this year Oregon doubled the bottle deposit to 10 cents. About three weeks ago we just started carrying plastic bags, and picking up the low-lying fruit (no dumpster diving or anything like that). We now have $17 in a kitty, when it hits $25 we'll go out for breakfast.

Easy money, and it's become fun to see who can pick out a PBR, Rolling Rock or Bud Lite can from 50 feet. Restored my faith in college kids drinking cheap beer, too.

This is that rare modern story with no villains, only heroes.
 
This is true of lots of things—****s, showers, commutes: If there is something you do a lot, more days than not, and you can remember a particular one, either something really great happened or something really bad happened. The middle disappears. I still remember a **** I took in France when I was in college. That's 20 years ago. It was the most amazing **** of my life. And the thing is, I knew it at the time: That's as good as a **** ever gets. I'm grateful that I appreciated it then for the glory that it was. I also remember the calamitous **** that caused my bog mate in college—separate bedrooms, shared bathroom—to immediately pack up his things and move out.

Life is what happens at the edges of the spectrum.
 
I confess I flooded a part of a convention center a few years ago with a flush-resistant ****. Had to high-step it out of there.
 
I clogged the ****ter in a Casey's General Store bathroom a few years ago. Big turd broke in two, the pieces moved in concert and that was it. I felt bad about it not.
 

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