I am too sleepy to make a good job. I even forgot to wipe off

Squeeze.

Fart.

Squeeze.

Tird.

Two pizzas a day makes something greatly rhyme with a day, but I can’t find any, because there ain’t no word for this shapeless brown blob laying at the bottom of my toilet.

Squashy

Now I am taking a shit at my UNI. I ate ricotta for lunch.

I am looking forward to the moment when I could share this marvelous smell to the world

I produced some kind of sauce, obviously not good to eat. Yet, satisfying enough to get rid of.

It is A LOT

This one is hard to describe, but I’ll try.

I’ve been spreading my cheeks for five or six minutes, veery sloowwlyy the gravity force started to act on the stuff. It’s going down taking its time. Once it reaches my anus it deploys its blades, they sink in my skin, penetrating it. I push, it stings. I push, it pushes back.

I have to bail, using my muscles to take it back inside. I am fearful. How could I expel it now, if it breaks me apart. I decide to do it, no matter how painful it is. I push, hard, as hard as I can. It goes by, followed by two fat twins.

I am free.

I guess I shall get used to leaving some shit at work. I am not talking about forgetting pencils on the desk, I mean actual stinky crap down the toilet!

Btw, The loo still has no windows.

It never happens, though today my crap left as soon as My cheeks touched the marble.

It does give me good vibez. A great new day begins!

End of the meeting, the end of suffering.

A train of shit coming out hastily.

Waiting for an online meeting to start.

Farting very much.

C’mooon! I NEED A SHIT!

A new week begins. I am here on my toilet, and my brain goes storming.

I think I need some improvements on my toilet. Do you think that smooth china object is already perfect like this? You’re wrong!

The world is plenty of useless devices, sharing big data with the big brother up there. We shall protest, we shall rebel.

I shall invent the smart toilet, it could weigh our shit, testing its consistency, register the time and the streak each human produce. Even color could be at count.

If I only had the money, I’d do that. It’s fucking genius! It’s the most useful smart device that could ever exist!

I guess bonding with my gf went a bit further. I’m now shitting with her dancing naked in front of me.

Curled child

FINALLY, 12-hour late, I’m able to exploit my dues. An intense headache arose. My bowels controls my life. Shit controls the world.