Yeah, here comes the second go of the day. I know it! There must have been some more coming!

Finally back home. Home’s toilet is always the best, there’s nothing anybody could ever tell me, I won’t change my idea.

Indeed, a sure good shit here! And there’s more to come, I feel it!

I was soooo tired I slept three more hours after the alarm, and I’d still want to sleep more, but anyways, I now have more energy to take a better shit!

The first thing I do in the morning, once got back home, is obviously taking a shit. No matter what.

What shit? Shit? What? Shit? Yeah.

Sturdy

Layover at the airport. Best place to visit: the toilets.

Best souvenir to leave? Some shit.

Loose shit.

Brand new day, last day of my trip. My body piled so much stress, even my bowels has had enough!

I’m plenty of farts, smelly reeky shit, results of an unhealthy life I’ve been having for 18 days now! But fine! At least I an expelling it!

It would have been worst if I were constipated!!

After a night spent bloating, leaving farts everywhere, at Christmas markets, at the bar, at the disco, inside the bedsheets, I can finally take a freaking shit!

Clearly rhythmic with farts!

Omg, I ate Lebanese food for lunch, and I still haven’t digested it.

I don’t understand, there must be something wrong. Also because I am farting all day long, yet still the only shit I am making is two useless tirds. ☹️

New day, new place. I am now in Luxembourg at my friend’s.

Every turd I am crafting contains only French dump, result of what I’ve been eating in Paris!

I hope my friend doesn’t get a fine for international chemical attack…

I’ve got everything packed, was about to leave, today’s my last day in Paris. But(t)!

Another brilliant stinky shit came.