Sadly, this is probably the most enduring memory everyone at The Press will have of Bob. And for some of us, Martin, too. There isn't much of a story here. That antiquated colloquialism holds true in this case: a picture is worth a thousand words. At least enough to make it obvious.
One muggy morning Bob walked into the filthy bathroom we all share at The Press. And to his surprise he did spy Martin! With his tight jeans pulled down so that he could inspect his ass! This is an artist's interpretation of Bob's reaction; he says it's accurate. To his credit (discredit?) Martin didn't flinch and carried on with his creepy investigation of his sphincter pillows.
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