Terrible night spent waiting to fall asleep. i strongly believe my bowels are involved in this golpe. Btw, it is still on strike, even if I’m giving incentives

Insomniac night, I’ll just spend it at the toilet, perhaps I can take advantage of it

So now I download my shit.

Here I am on my toilet thinking about the usual useless question, will I be able to shit this morning?

Yes. I am. But I ate pizza for dinner, and I feel my belly bloating. My body is literally full of shit. And it is full of shit indeed pretending that’s all!

Okay, I was in need of a shit right since lunch. Now it become unsustainable.

Just came back home straight from work, and I sit and push hard from my anus. A BIG TURD WAS AT THE DOOR, it didn’t get out so quick, it was way to huge for my poorly spread ass 🙁

Mourning day. My bowels’ dead inside

Meaning there’s a toxic environment, and no movements, thus no Shit at all.

I am sure there is a little tird inside me, but it is too shy it doesn’t want to get out right now.

Cmon! Chop chop! We’re late!

A little before going out on a saturday night

A little shit

Still waiting, though feel it coming…

Hangovery, with just four-hour sleep, I go to the toilet. I shit, yet I think I need more. I am scared of what’s left inside me.

Let’s wait

I don’t understand my body.

I am now taking a regular crap, regular good I mean. It’s soft, tidy, not that smelly. Regular. Satisfying.

Yet, I’ve done nothing different from yesterday, when instead I got constipated.

I don’t understand my body.

It’s liberating.

Shit means freedom.

Morning constipation.

Classic

There are moments when I just would like to have a shit. I don’t really need it now, none whatsoever. It’s just like I love my confort zone while shitting. Just me myself and I, and some reeky shit. Only mine.

It’s somehow romantic. Ain’t it?

The thing is I’ll never finish producing shit.

Here’s some other. I’d love to give you a free sample.