It is difficult to take a shit in the morning when I sleep at somebody else’s. My bowels get shy. That doesn’t mean I don’t need to shit.
Here’s the scenario, crap makes route spinning inside the bends, it almost gets to the point of no return. And here’s where the problem is. All of my arsehole muscles’ are squeezed, forming an impenetrable wall.
Crap stays there, idling. Waiting for me to bring her home.
Now I am home, the tension is released. Everything is back to normal
the Shy Tird 