The memories of my last ass-eating adventure are a bit fuzzy, I must admit. It's just not my cup of tea, you see. Remembering the taste and odor is not exactly my idea of a pleasant stroll down memory lane. I mean, come on, I don't even enjoy sniffing my own poop, so why would I want to recollect the last time I dined on derrière? It's a bit too much for my delicate sensibilities.So, let's just file that one away in the "let's never speak of this again" category, shall we? Pass the air freshener, please!