Even if it’s hot everyfuckingwhere, even if I have several problems with my belly, even if it’s not healty, after I discovered that new kebab place, I can’t now live without it.

The obvious (and pretty sudden) aftermath is me taking an insane shit.

Yet, this post-kebab kind of shat can’t be compared with anything.

Humble shit session

Today I found difficulties at shitting.

Only #3 turds expelled. Dimension 1 to 3 inches.

End of the Report.

Uhm, Nothing. I’ll just wait another couple of hours!

a 5-hour webcall, followed my this average shit. So nice.

No I think want to die here.

By the way, my shit is beautiful as fuck!

No.

It kinda feels I am going to die soon. My sleep is the problem. It is inconsistent. My body keeps waking me up.

Back to those things that matter, though, It was smooth and soft, very much ice-creamy. Nice. At least something I don’t have to struggle about!

Still on the toilet, back on writing. Not as easy though…

My bowel is making brutal contractions, and I can’t think. It’s to intense!

These painful shats are too fucking frequent! This is insane!

Yet, a morbid way to write more posts!

Live fast die young

But shitting needs time. Gotta stay relaxed, gotta live the moment, leaving your turds behind.

But these days I got no time. Gonna die soon I guess. That’s what it feels like.

If I die I want to do it on the toilet.

Had raw onion for lunch. It is still clogging my stomach. It’s rough.

Rough onion.

And a meteor comes down. ☄️

Shit wrapped in juicy pods

Easier to clean

I’ve just eaten a stupidly fat piece of cake for breakfast. Nothing else matters, I only need this shit.

It feels hotter than usual, would it be as spicy as my yesterday’s dinner?

My shit is hard, dry, ugly. Utterly unsatisfying.

Really Nothing else worth reporting about

Off course very difficult to discharge

Less amount than usual. Thrashing kind.

Dull

I feel more shit inside than what I see outside

As I would have expected my bowels hurt as disposing of what yesterday was a delicious kebab lunch and a huge portion of chips for dinner.

The more I go on, the more I reckon my proctologist should be informed of this blog of mine.

There’s only one big problem, I don’t have a proctologist.

Actually two, shit has never stopped coming out of my arse. And it hurts even more.

Peace ✌️