This turd felt like someone tried to fuck my arse with a sharp knife.

Looks like I am suffering from some kind of disorder.

Uh, ok! At least I have a blog to inform people about it!

My stomach is bloating. My intestines as well. Inside me 80% farts, 20% useless crap

100% toxic

Something is wrong.

Can’t tell why, but my belly hurts, and I had no fulfillment yesterday 😕

Where does this constipation come from? 😣

Not yet 🙁

Can’t tell why, but even if I feel like I shall shit as an elephant, only a bally got through

Lil’ one

If I bow my head down, I can see a ball made of crap. A perfect little sphere has just got out of my arsehole.

It hurts a bit, indeed

Well, it finally came out. Just a single one tird. Long. Steady. Rigid

Nothing out

Nice! I slept like 1hour, and I’m back in the loo!!

This morning, we have a very special spongy crap, to celebrate my arduous night

The moment has finally came. I’ve spent two long hours up longingly waiting for the hideous things inside me to come out.

FINALLY, here it comes! And it’s PAINFULLY SATISFYING!!!

Surprisingly peculiar smell. Pungent and floral

A rewarding low-sounding fart suddenly reveals what’s going on inside me: EVIL

In the meantime, I drink some milk to ease my nausea.

I’ve got to admit that having this blog helps me feeling less alone in moments like these.

I’m now crouched on the floor, waiting for my bowels to unclog, while I take a rest from some fifty abs I’ve just made to facilitate somehow the movements of my bowels.

I think, telling people about my distress takes a great part of making me feel better.

In the meanwhile — the neighbours’ dog barking in distance —, I keep laying on the floor, sleepless, deluded, and literally full of crap.

So, I’m still sitting here. My stomach hurts. My bowels is still, almost quiet— apart from some hilarious very high-pitched farts.

I’d rather be asleep, but I can’t. First I MUST get rid of the stupid crap hidden inside me, It’s devouring me from the inside.

All right. Here I am again. Sitting on my toilet in the middle of the night. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a honour.

Long story short, I celebrated my girlfriend’s birthday in a park with a couple of her friends. We finished our beers, so I rapidly went buying some new fresh ones. I had to go to three different markets to fill my backpack.

I rode back to our spot in the park, we finished all our beers. I wasn’t drunk. I can’t be drunk drinking beer. I shouldn’t. My bowels cannot handle it. I shouldn’t had. I did.

When I went to sleep I felt like my stomach could Potentially hurt. This means it was pretty much freezed in a full-capacity condition. Full-of-beer.