After loads and loads of farts right next to my dear colleague, the time has come to reach the toilet and get over with it.

The smell is divine. And I believe in Satan.

Hell! What a shit! Lava.

Going out drinking on a Monday morning was a very nice idea! Right, a very nice idea…

Now I’ll be stuck at the toilet, panting, for ages! While my nose turns green cos’ of my products terrible smell. Luckily I caught a cold 🤧

A little turd got out while taking a wee at work.

Shit! I hate it when it floats!

It’s getting harder and harder to take a poop in the morning :/

A nice clean solid shit before going to bed

Nowww that’s what I call SHITTINGGGG! Yeeees

Very blobby yet very solid! That’s GOLD!

Yeeees

Exciting

Took a shit twice today, I had no phone with me, there’s been lunch then, and a very romantic sex.

I HAD LOADS OF FARTS TO DOOOOOO! Couldn’t though, there are moments when you simply can’t.

Just had a loooooong soundful fart as soon as my gf went to the bathroom.

Cool days

I was wondering when my body would have thrusted out the spicy chicken I ate last night, which deprived me of sleep, which I adored, which is now laying at the bottom of the toilet in the form of-
Well, it actually has no shape whatsoever. It’s just a brown blob.

The spiciness has now become itchiness.

I now wonder what kind of poker face will I be showing as soon as I open this toilet’s door at the office. .-.

Just shat.

Now, my post on one hand, my arsehole on the other, cleansing

Taking shit means patience. My intestines needs at least thirty minutes to be emptied. Sometimes it can even take hours. In the morning everything is more difficult, since my whole body is still metaphorically laid in bed.

Nevertheless, I start my day turd by turd. Now, this is a metaphor for life!

Last month of the year. Me, I feel like have nothing achieved. I only piled loads of shit.

Loads of ideas, such as selling my shit in jars as unique pieces, creating a cryptocurrency for my SHYT, NFTs, creating a kamaSutra for shitting positions, new stickers for advertising my Blog. Nothing Done.

Perhaps I hope next year I will be able at least to start the one I care about the most, The Shyt Show, the awesome podcast where I read my posts out loud, and tell more around those.

Still nothing. Only a few shameful turds. That’s what my life’s about right now.

I fucking spent the whole day holding a stupid loose shit inside me.

Finally am home. Perhaps I would have preferred to hold it forever. It stinks too much!

At least I feel healthier now

A new experience for me. Eating at the toilet.
I am sorry, that’s kinda disgusting, but I needed a shit whilst hungry. What else could I do?

Avocado and chips will do fine!🥑

BTW, Deep, veeery deep inside, I hear a voice saying, ‘What’s wrong with you!?’

Uh, btw, after a way-too-early alarm, a non-stop-rainy-day, a stupid non-heated-workplace in a freaking freezing day, I dragged my lunchbox along. It guarded me even during my diarrhoea attack.

At lunch I enjoyed my chicken curry, heated at point. Everything seemed in peace…

Well, war was just beginning. Farts kept congesting within my insides, and I couldn’t dare pffing any, had to hold ‘em for life. I held them so firmly, Now that I got out from work five hours ago, I still have the same tons of air trapped inside me.

It. Fucking. Kills. Me.

Sometimes, when my shit is this loose, I’d really like to have a mould in which to cast some cool sculpture, obviously made of my own CRAP.

Btw, I have diarrhoea, and it’s pretty difficult to go to work today, I’m late on my delay. my belly still aching