At night, in the dark. I sit on my throne reasoning, is it better to keep it inside or to let it go? If I expel it now I won’t have enough shit to expel in the morning! Many other different solutions crowded my mind.
Suddenly shit interrupted my thought. It simply got out. I guess there’s not to worry about anything in life, things will go as they have to. Finely.
Just to end this metaphoric shat neatly, a stinky, throbbing fart.
the Shy Tird 