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James came home yesterday with an odd powdery substance and a buy-one-get-one-free pack of hypodermic needles. It didn't look like anything that I'd seen before so I just ignored him and went about my business (think cheap plastic dildo sex). A few hours later, he was wailing from the bathroom and he vomitted on the new rug, gross! Sally licked it up but she's been acting funny since. If I had have known, I'd have sold the vomit, I bet it would have had street value of $200. Or perhaps it would have powdered a baby's bottom nicely.