I don't want to brag, but... when I was a baby and my dad was changing me, I projectile pooped all over him. He was trying to regroup, so he aimed me in a different direction, so I got the ceiling and the walls too. I was a generous infant.
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It's funny how such a disgustingly violent incident, a scene of utter chaos that the operators had to endure for close to a full day, and one that the parents will suffer through for the rest of their life, can be so systematically boiled down to a few default terms regurgitated over and over and over by the media, as though each and every incident can be treated with a simple copy/paste and change of the date. There is not a single word in that article that can even remotely convey the horror of that scene, nor frighten the average driver to keep two hands on the wheel and concentrate on the road.