Monday, 4 November 2019 | 06:21 AM
Days go by and my poop routine has been compromised.
It’s been a 2days trip wandering around for countryside festival: basically meat and red wine. As one can imagine this stuff requires hard sitting sessions, well I didn’t have time and space for that.
My tirds become shy when there comes friends around, a throne not yours, rapid pace trips.
This non-ordinary-smell shit was mild satisfactory. Accompanied by grandiose flatulences.
the Shy Tird 