As soon as I open my eyes, my bowels wish me good morning, in a very peculiar way. They use morse code, fart morse code.
They say ‘Good Morning my lord, after this little chit chat, we really need to spend some time with you on the toilet’
After that I had breakfast, ignoring their needs.
Now I am in the bathroom, I brushed my teeth, set everything for the shower, but in the meanwhile my bowels were expressing their disappointment, in a way I can’t tell.
In the end I pleased them, and I sat on the throne.
Now we are finally happy together