Saturday morning shit is always an unexpected variable, it surely depends on what I did the night before, but even if I just was a good boy, it could happen to have some kind of diarrhoea.
This morning, I’m happy because everything is calm, one huge single turd, not too hard, not too soft. Pretty standard right?
Everything is perfect for beginning a good weekend, there’s just one thing, whether is shit.
the Shy Tird 