Since I don’t feel like working, and I got to work from home, I think I’ll just spend the entire day sitting on my white throne. It is more productive.

Much more. 💩

Shats after a workout are just relieving.

Much.

Fuck! I am forgetting to eat fruits.

I just realised that. Only now that my anus has been pierced by a very spiky tird.

Keep shitting, keep writing, keep posting.

I wonder if anybody will ever fancy reading all of my post since the very first one. 🤔

Whatever their desire is, my crap resembles concrete. Not the hard stage of it anybody knows, the first liquid one, still creamy, yet heavy already. Filled in stones.

If anybody is familiar with that phenomena in which air enters in the plumbing, that is to say when you open the tap and it starts micro-exploding abruptly.

The very same just happened to my arsehole.

Every shit day is a lucky day.

Why then a shitty day is a bad day?

‘I could perhaps try’, I thought sitting on my toilet.

I tried. No luck at all.

Well it is Friday the 13th. 2020.

What should I expect? 🤔

Let’s look a the signs left by my shit.

The best way to move my bowels is the very same as anybody do: be natural when shitting PLEASE!

Do not try to mimic the others! Be original!

Be who you are!

Hard to concentrate. Hard to concretise.

Hard is my crap.

Cute time for a shit at 11:11 on 11/11.

But I ain’t got crap to offload ☹️

Eventually shit came. Luckily only once back home 😌

Means nothing for this website, but I feel like sharing this info anyway.

I slept terribly, still burping lunch when going to bed.

Wide awake at six o’clock already, still burping dinner.

I am pretty much looking forward to my crap session. I am going out for a bike exploration, hope it won’t happen then. 🙄

Something odd is happening inside my belly.

Well, odd for most of the people, but for me random cramps are pretty normal. Ouch.

Crap episode attached. Little pieces.

Doing crap at my toilet while watching a recorded Skype meeting.

That’s Smart-shitting!