Ok not a great time for a rapid shit, but I freaking need it!

Plop sudden cmon I need to leave ok lol my gf was in the bathroom doing the same exact thing and she forbid me to enter in the bathroom, and she sprayed perfume before ai could get in

I am in a hurry, but I need time for shit. And that’s a real problem, because I need to entirely waste myself before going out.

All right I’ll get a move on. I am wasting time writing. And shit is all gone!

Shy tird

Back home after a day climbing. Shitting. Climbing.

I mean, I had diarrhoea while climbing, and I had to shit. Climbing.

Well, I am taking another shit now, anyways…

I had beans soup for lunch, pizza for dinner, farts in the night, nutella bread in the morning.

Once I sat on the toilet, this morning, I found out my bowels were not ready to expel.

I believe they are now.

The smell is very weird, I dunno, it’s acid but a little enjoyable

What about it. I guess I shall stop drinking at all. Taking a shit the day after drinking wine is becoming worst day by day.

My shit smells a lot, my body feels funny, my head hurts. It’s unacceptable!

I am taking a shit.

It’s wonderful to take a shit!

I guess I still feel some beans effect, but I reckon could be also the red wine bottle I shared yesterday at dinner….

Uhm, loose shit makes me comfortable anyways…

Back home, and I finish what I started at the office

Oops, a little turd before leaving the office, i guess I shouldn’t have eaten something different from beans at lunch…

Less shit than usual, will it be because I decided to eat less for this week?

Updates will follow

Great! A few turds a day leaves the doctor away!

Distant bell tingling, me shishishitting

I still haven’t recovered from hangover, I slept too little, and my bowels are not performing greatly…

However, I expelled some very ugly turds

The hangover shit adventure doesn’t end.

I went to a bar where the toilet was literally a shit-hole and there was very few toilet paper. I squatted.

The flush was not performing good, so I had to move my freshly shat poo with my hands, protected by the paper.

Now, After 40 more kilometers I am in a different bar, and I am shitting again. I am feeling a lot better now, and I have a solid toilet under my cheeks.