Taking a big with no internet connection is nowadays impossible.

Smart-shitting transformed the internet, and us.

Basically, I spend my days insulting each one of my sons.

You’re a useless piece of shit!

Indeed they are.

Seldom I ask myself, Is it worth it?

Maybe yes, maybe not, yet I keep shit-posting 😌 proudly.

It’s been long time since last time I suffered from anxiety, still, Got some now.

At least it improves my shit expulsion.

Big lunch means big shit.

Poop tirds works as chalks on a blackboard.

If in their tumble, they meet my white-china toilet, they daub it in brown.

Nice decorations for such an unintentional move!!

Sometimes my body just does not work.

Only a bit of a soul just got out. When my shit is so deep inside me it becomes my spirit.

No shit today. Buuuuuut, a lot of farts. Those disappointing ones. Not the great roaring ones. Just the ones staying inside, bubbling inside, burning inside. Deepening within.

Looking forward to shitting, I am.

I had a shit already, it was this morning. Oh great!

I feel sad. Today I had no shit whatsoever 🙁

This session is beyond words. It even impeded me to concentrate writing a post!

I’ll try and summarise what I’ve just intensely been through.

First, I had to rush. That’s no news.

As soon as I spread my cheeks, a huge one starts working its way out. I think it’s ok, then it goes on, and on, and on. Tirelessly, it keeps ejecting from my arsehole so it has to bend, yet, it does not break. This shit is strong!

At last, once it reached half-a-meter lenght, it detached. FINE! I thought…

…then second part began, even more painful… I start producing little pieces of something resembling brownish-brains. I am still arse-crafting that! My bowels tangling up and down. I moan in pain.

And the hurt goes on..

In the end, it lasted half a hour. From now on I’ll be going through a real Shell Shock for the resr of my days.

Such a demanding arse I have!

Entering December, coronavirus vaccines available soon. Nice.

For my arse nothing changez.

Drove by a compelling urge, I just moved my office desk (i.e. my laptop) in front of my white throne.
This is what I call WORK FROM HOME!

Thus comes another one.

Three tirds a day, leave the pain away!