Shit drops as soon as my cheeks touch the marble.

This. Is. Satisfying. It. Really. Is. This. Is. What. I. Call. Life.

Blurpeedeboop, from my arsytopblop

Turdyleedoo, sheettyhoop!

Been farting chestnuts all evening long

Juicy fluid incapsulated my turds, which have been sprouted by my arse at bullet speed. Now my toilet is dead.

Finally able to have a shit. But I don’t give a shit.

I shall research on a method to fossilise my shit. 🧐 so I can actually GIVE somebody a shit.

Time passes by, I don’t get the attention I deserve, and my arse is cross about it. Today no shit. 😡
Seriously, I’ve been writing a post every time I took a shit now! GET ME FAMOUS!

I feel low down, deeply sad these days. I guess it happens.

In times like this it is difficult even to take a proper shit. In normal times I would feel excited to tell about my insides hurting when pushing for expelling my dirt. Today I just feel like, ‘c’mon, make this torture last short and get over with it!’

Sad shit. Still painful.

I am dying out of lack of sleep. This morning my arse was utterly asleep, I guess it woke up only now!

Lunch time at home has its own perks.

HOM SHIT HOME!

Sticky