Yeah, why not another one post workout?

Well, apparently it hasn’t finished yet.

BUT IT HUUUUUGH-HUURTS!

I mean REALLY!!

Pleease stoop!

Stooop poop

Still shitting. Must be those lentils I had for lunch…

Lentils are great. But only if you’re to stay home for the rest of your life.

It is just another introspective crap.

At last it extroverted itself, of you know what I mean…

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.