I was soooo tired I slept three more hours after the alarm, and I’d still want to sleep more, but anyways, I now have more energy to take a better shit!

The first thing I do in the morning, once got back home, is obviously taking a shit. No matter what.

What shit? Shit? What? Shit? Yeah.

Sturdy

Layover at the airport. Best place to visit: the toilets.

Best souvenir to leave? Some shit.

Loose shit.

Brand new day, last day of my trip. My body piled so much stress, even my bowels has had enough!

I’m plenty of farts, smelly reeky shit, results of an unhealthy life I’ve been having for 18 days now! But fine! At least I an expelling it!

It would have been worst if I were constipated!!

After a night spent bloating, leaving farts everywhere, at Christmas markets, at the bar, at the disco, inside the bedsheets, I can finally take a freaking shit!

Clearly rhythmic with farts!

Omg, I ate Lebanese food for lunch, and I still haven’t digested it.

I don’t understand, there must be something wrong. Also because I am farting all day long, yet still the only shit I am making is two useless tirds. ☹️

New day, new place. I am now in Luxembourg at my friend’s.

Every turd I am crafting contains only French dump, result of what I’ve been eating in Paris!

I hope my friend doesn’t get a fine for international chemical attack…

I’ve got everything packed, was about to leave, today’s my last day in Paris. But(t)!

Another brilliant stinky shit came.

Take second.

Yesterday’s dinner was vegan, but it was plenty of spices, and this hurts the day after.

My belly’s bloating with not-so-fresh air. Now I am trying to expel it, but it’s interrupted by a lot of pieces of art.

Yes, my very own art products.

Shit.

Morning shits are the best. Because my bowels are so lazy, still dreaming.

Not at all true, that’s my brain, my bowels instead are awake as hell. Ready to popopop!

Btw I dreams some friends of mine created a tornado of poo in an open field. Wtf

First shit in Paris at a pub.

Sill loose, still chill. Always good.

I’ll have another beer

New home, new hosts. I am now in Paris, having a loose shit at my friends. Luckily they’re already left for work!

Otherwise they would be knowing a pretty smelly house right now…

What really passionate me about public restrooms at airports, is that one can feel totally comfortable inside. Even if people eavesdrop your shit session, who cares? When one would ever see you again?

I am right here, in a public restroom at the airport, I can tell for sure that I feel completely comfortable, but I guess so does the guy next to me. I feel his breathing, and I guess he’s enjoying himself on his phone, I’ve just heard Netflix’s unmistakeable jingle.

Lol, I love travelling!

Another country, another crap.

This time I am at Gdansk airport waiting for my flight to Paris. Since the wait will be 3 hours, I guess I am plenty of time to take a very deep and freeing shit.

Yes indeed