Since I emptied myself less than 4 hours ago, I don’t have anything to do here, sitting on the toil- OH WAIT! Here’s a little thing.

A crazy little thing called tird

My belly hurts, btw…

Fucking back home.

Crap from my arse becomes PAIN.

Cannot describe it better.

Okay, long story short, I’ve just left a party in the middle of nowhere. I spent the whole week abstaining from alcohol. Tomorrow I’ve got to work pretty early.

I have just left the place. I mean, I drove for like 100 meters, then I had to pull over, DIARRHOEA coming.

Now I am writing, my cheeks spread right next to an olive tree (I mean, I feel its leaves caressing my butt), shit getting out. My bowels hurt.

Everything seems sooo ordinary..

Gotta share this, I spent the day learning how to print in 3D with earth. Aka mud.

Aka it looks like you basically print with shit. I mean, there’s this brownish stuff being extruded. It’s dirt. It fucking shit!

Fun day.

There’s nothing else I did apart from open my eyes and sitting on the toilet this morning. Normally it doesn’t work. I mean, nothing works, my body don’t. Nevertheless I am shitting with no troubles.

Yeah, I know, this post doesn’t tell much. But think about it, it’s one kind of a goal to reach!

Just a little nugget at work, my boss invited me an ice cream, you know…

There are basically two kind of people, those who have a shit-routine, and those who have not.

I am both. I take a shit every day at around 7:30AM. Whenever I feel like I need it, I do that.

It’s not 7:40 in the morning right now, ain’t it? Still pretty smelly though! 🤢

I produced a good amount of shit already, and yet I fee like it is just the tip of the iceberg…

I’m late though, I guess I’ll figure it out during the day! 😖

Ok, get up, c’mon!

My session lasted quite longer than usual, now my arse is toilet-shaped

What can I say? I ate loads of bread this morning. I simply clogged my body. Now I am at the toilet. Everything’s still… still. Still, I wait. Still.

After a 6-day no-alchool-streak, I drank some beer yesterday. IMMEDIATELY my shit recognises the poisonous substance, and rebels.

Squashy

Sometimes I enjoy so much my weekend I could forget doing shit. Sometimes shit happens. Sometimes shit happens not to happen.

I guess it’s life… shitty life!

Even if there’s my girlfriend right next to me, and there’s shit getting out of my arse, ir now seems normal.

Awesome

On monday I began my alchool-free-period, dunno yet how long will it be.

So far I’ve been good, so I thought I wouldn’t have had problems with my bowels.

Well, I was wrong. It feels like there’s a nuclear reactor inside my belly. ☢️

Flaming meatball shitball