This week is been sort of overwhelming, still my crap gets easily squeezed out of me.
Today I’ve been very naughty.
Skipped job, went climbing, much beer. Now some shit.
‘Some’… Well, can’t say I told the real truth.
It’s more than some. It’s all I ate (and drank) in two days.
Smooth. I can’t tell more details.
Today’s a great day. My best friend graduates in medicine. Nice. I really hope I’m going to shit in his bathroom, since I had no time to do it properly this morning.
Just a few random droplets got out. Can’t be the whole thing!
Hence, here I am, on the usual white throne.
Now that I am focusing on my podcast, I am starting to write the post in order to be read. A slight change is good.
What could never change is the roughness of my crap, the brown stuff getting out of me is jagged today!
I am not writing from my usual spot – not yet -, I am still laying on my sofa.
I just want to say a couple of things.
First, my first words in the morning at farts, though they never come from my mouth.
Secondly, I am going to make a weekly podcast out of my posts. Finally, some could hear my voice while taking a huge!
I am sitting here waiting for some serious matter to come.
Two hours wasted
Seldom my shit reflects my mood.
This time I am deeply thoughtful (in a negative way), while my crap has a strong sour smell, and it’s squashy.
I take shit seriously, as a reminder of my life.
Guys, this tird was freaking huge. really. It was awesome. I nearly came.
I am not sure, but I believe my morning floating droplets are saying that’s a good day for farting