Okay, so I went for a run, had breakfast, took some rest. NOOOW my bowels are ready.

Shit deployed. It was a ton. Now it keeps floating

I thought I could shit more today, I really thought, as I was farting the worst yesterday evening before going to sleep. Well, all right. I guess I’ll just need to wait… 😕

It’s too hot outside.

I’ll stay home and have some shit. Again.

Huge turds.

The weekend is frenzy for my bowels

Eventually comes the reprisal shit I was waiting for. It was a matter of survival.

This shit resembles clay, after two days of forgetting it on top of the table. Not completely dried, not even soft enough. Just ugly.

At least I feel much better now.

First hangover in a very long timespan.

First turd is almost inconsistent.

The second doesn’t even exist.

Inside me it’s the universe in its birth. Big Bang.

I don’t understand what I am talking about.

I’ll just sleep now. I’ll lett my bowels wake me up when it feels like

One week pause from my workout, now my shit habits are delayed in the evening

A thin brown line

I’m awake. Still drowsing in my bed.

Gotta rush for the toilet. My girlfriend in the shower. No shit, what shall I do?

One moment later I am shitting next next to her having a shampoo.

Luckily it was not stinky.

But I am waiting for a reprisal…

I went out of the office, walked my colleague to the Bus stop. As we crossed the first street, I felt a turd knocking the door. I waved at my colleague and ran home.

I am sitting on the toilet, and I’ve just laid a hooked turd with the hugest gauge I’ve ever seen.

Woah. Now I see what prehistoric Monsters look like

This morning I am very little inspired by my toilet. Just looking at these three little tirds, and I simply feel like it was not satisfying at all. Uhm… okay…