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!

All right all right, I proudly announce here what I just found out.

Adding some orange zest (a bit sautè), in my ginger infusion improves it’s flavor a lot!

Yet, the fact I am writing about this in here tells a little more about this discovery.

Am I now addicted to writing about my poop?

Is it bad?

Third tird of the tirday. It’s a shame today is not a Thursday 🙁

Excalibur could get out only after workout. Obviously.

Well, the last kilometres have been quite burdened…

Just smooth. No struggle I need in the morning, yeah.

Christmas is coming, I feel it.

If I ever will be famous I think I’ll make a tree using tirds instead of balls. 🎄

2 breakfasts mean double shit.

Massive.

Yet, another one.

It’s one of the most common things I write – but there’s an obvious and annoying reason for that!

So eating more, means shitting more? 🤔