Kebab for lunch has been a very nice idea!

Farts while working is what I’ve really been missing 🙃

Time passes by and my shit keeps getting out, this means I am well. Not so cool tirds today btw

Been shitting for forty minutes now, I hope I’m empty. I guess I got caught in my phone…

My arse still hurts.

Let me just tell you the whole story, I went climbing early in the morning. I though I liberated myself from all the crap inside me in the morning, but I was wrong. As soon as I approached my first route I felt the burden inside me, idling, waiting for me to expel it.

My outdooring went on until the sun set, then I headed back to the city centre where I’m going to meet a friend. During the return trip I programmed to take a shit at the bar I am meeting her, then the urge became more urgent. I simply neeeeeeded a shit.

I park in an isolated, unlit, place. I take the cleaning paper I prudently store in my car, I run to the perfect spot. My back on a tree. I push my pants down. Abruptly, everything gets out immediately, no struggle needed. In the moment I even pee on my trousers. I wipe my arse. My hands clumsily catch some dirt. No prob, I clean my fingers with another spare tissue.

Well. Now I can meet my friend. Stinky, dusty, shitty. Empty.

Shit drops as soon as my cheeks touch the marble.

This. Is. Satisfying. It. Really. Is. This. Is. What. I. Call. Life.

Blurpeedeboop, from my arsytopblop

Turdyleedoo, sheettyhoop!

Been farting chestnuts all evening long

Juicy fluid incapsulated my turds, which have been sprouted by my arse at bullet speed. Now my toilet is dead.

Finally able to have a shit. But I don’t give a shit.

I shall research on a method to fossilise my shit. 🧐 so I can actually GIVE somebody a shit.

Time passes by, I don’t get the attention I deserve, and my arse is cross about it. Today no shit. 😡
Seriously, I’ve been writing a post every time I took a shit now! GET ME FAMOUS!

I feel low down, deeply sad these days. I guess it happens.

In times like this it is difficult even to take a proper shit. In normal times I would feel excited to tell about my insides hurting when pushing for expelling my dirt. Today I just feel like, ‘c’mon, make this torture last short and get over with it!’

Sad shit. Still painful.

I am dying out of lack of sleep. This morning my arse was utterly asleep, I guess it woke up only now!

Lunch time at home has its own perks.

HOM SHIT HOME!

Sticky

Just shat shit wrapped in a sort of endogenic brownish fluid. I guess is normal!

Btw this gave me an idea for Christmas, wrapping my shit in gift paper and present it to my friends. They’re surely gonna love it!