Fine crap. A piece of art. Sculpture. Brown culture. Tender.

Shit shit shit more shit shit shit!

I am happy when I take a shit

The session lasted 30minutes, and that was loose

Another fucked up day, back home at 8AM, awake already at 11. Btw, what really woke me up was a spiky turd trying to kill me. I had to discharge.

The smell inside the toilet is new, I mean, very weird never having smelled something like it before! Almost touching!🥹

As the tird detaches, the day approaches

Not feeling great. I mean, my body keeps staying alive, active, real, good.

Inside there’s nothing going on right. It’s just too difficult to tell that anyhow, but I simply had too much wine. Yes, I keep saying that a lot in the last few weeks, but it is true! I am drinking way too much!

But it’s ok, as long as it keeps me writing on my blog it is fine.

You know what’s not fine? I know, I already said that, but that is utterly true, There’s lava inside here, it melts the toilet, but my arsehole still holds.

Ah, BTW, I am at a friend’s, there ten people sleeping here and there… Well I hope nobody needs the toilet for at least one hour… it’s radioactive!

Here comes the alcohol shit!

Reeky, fluffy, dark.

That was one of the most difficult evenings to remember.

Since I went to sleep at 8:30 AM, I still was drunk. So now, with just a three-hour slumber I got wokened by my bowels, who’s pretty upset for what I did to him. 👀

Mornings be like:

Me waking up at 7, two hours after I fell asleep, thinking, perhaps I can’t sleep because I need to shit. Then I fell back asleep.

Same at 8

Same at 9

At 10, I cannot pretend anymore, I simply need a fucking shit. Yeah. And it’s pretty loose and smelly…

More shit always means feeling a little better.

I feel MUCH better now, this one lonely turd is worth four normal ones

Woken up by a thunderstorm, I was comfortably sleeping in my hammock. It was utter annoyment…

That stress made me forget the good shit session I was looking forward. Only a few stupid turds now. :/ boriiiing!

Well, the fact that I am camping and it’s pretty much raining is the real SHIT here!

There’s still time for a reprisal morning shit!

Goooood moooorning my little turds!!

One is sturd, the other one absurd.

It all ended in puurrr

Ok that was utter fun!

Basically the wine festival was fun, yes. Most of all though, it’s the shit I made ten minutes ago at the camping site. The toilet wasn’t so keen on my heavy welcome…

I made four spongy turds, and took me four flush-offs to get rid of them 😏

Ok, that wasn’t easy…

I had to find a hidden spot in the middle of the forest. Thing is, the spot was perfect, apart from that little spikey plant right below my arsehole…

Every time I crouched to lay some turd, I had a wonderful surprise!