last   poops

Friday, 10 March 2023 | 08:46 AM

I was planning a little reprisal session after breakfast, but my girlfriend’s flatmate pierced in the bathroom.

I immediately got out and took the bus. Arrived home in ten minutes, gotta be at the office in thirty, forty minutes.

I am now sitting on my own toilet, home sweet home, and I am plenty of time to develop the right amount of poop. In this case there ain’t no actual right amount, it is what lighten me, it is what makes me live a placid day.

In the hope that’s all, I can now leave the bathroom and focus on the job.

See you later, toiletter

Friday, 10 March 2023 | 07:40 AM

Yesterday I had lunch with pasta, Dinner with lentils. When I moved the duvet this morning I smelled the dump. Had to immediately seal the whole bed-setting and I had no intention of waking myself up.

Then, after five minutes of procrastinating in bed, something kicked in. I felt something moving inside my belly.

Had to abruptly wake up. Now I am on the toilet, my arse burns, the whole environment surrounding me is compromised. The bathroom is now toxic. Nobody can enter… nobody can get out. Trapped. Imma die here. Goodbye everyone. Life’s been nice!

Wednesday, 8 March 2023 | 08:10 AM

Great! My stomach is now full, I am plenty of energy, and my day can begin.

Very untrue. I’m missing a step here, doing some shit.

Yesterday I took a huge burger, and two pints with climbing mates, I loved it, but my bowels hate beer, so this morning, as expected, is lamenting. The way to express their disapproval is keeping me peeled to the toilet seat.

Great!

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