It’s getting harder and harder to shit and I am not even 50.

Guess it’s time for my invention. A tool that lets you grab the shit hidden within you.

It shall be named, the shy-tirder.

Sometimes it takes longer to wipe it than to make it.

I feel like I should sleep for two days non-stop. This morning I had to leave too early I had no time to sleep more. Had none even for a quick shit.

This is the time to recover. I am taking the day off. First this shit. Then I guess I’m going to sleep for the rest of the day.

Can’t sleep finely without downloading some rubbish

I guess there was something missing.

Btw. I feel still excited to have shitted in the water. It is very cool. It’s like having a tale for some seconds.

Finally at the beach.

Finally at the beach.

I mean, Finally I could shit in the sea. I missed it 😔

Afterward the turds kept floating for a while, thus the waves brought them apart…

Gliding. Stretching for my arse.

Round 2. Post-work disruption.

BOMBS AWAY!

Not sure what to say, because I slept just for three hours, my belly is still bloated by alcohol, and I am sitting on the wc with my eyes closed.

Truly nothing exciting about it.

I have just tried to do something pretty difficult for me, that is waking up and going immediately to the bathroom to have a shit.

I have rarely succeeded at that. I need some breakfast to activate my body. Well, it worked!

It is getting hard to accept. I cannot have a proper shit. I haven’t in weeks. There’s something wrong. Everything is lost. I don’t know what to do. I keep writing. I keep note.

When will it end though?

These turds are not worth a king such as me!

The King of shit is depressed.

Preluded with some fresh air, here comes the fun.

Funny arse, these days.

Skipped another day.

Such a nice scent in this car…

Constipation. Again.

All right. I hope it’s done.

I’ve just weighted myself. I disposed of 1.4kg of crap. No joke.

I am still sitting here. This is real inferno guys.

I just want to die.