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!

Nothing serious, just another painful shat.

It may sound dull. It is hurting indeed.😖

As I was expecting I am in great bowels pain. Yesterday I ordered a mussel soup for lunch. I hate loads of bread with it. Now I suffer. I deserve this.

But maybe, could be a little bit less, couldn’t it?

The vast majority of my crap-sessions are accompanied by music.

Even shit has its own feelings! I just try to indulge ‘em!

🎵💩🎶

Try to imagine my shit dancing in the pool, now!

Descending of a long tird on the promise land pool.

All the inhabitants of my toilet are jaw-drop astonished.

If we invented smart-working, I imagine upgrading my shats with smart-shitting.
There will be sort of a A-portal-device inside my pants, and one B-portal on top of my toilet.

There it is! smart-shitting!
It would have been pretty useful even right now, the smell is terrible!

I am suffering through the pains of hell!!

I thought quit eating any bread or pizza would have helped me ceasing this freaking disease. Was I write? Was I wrong?

Surely (and sourly) I shouldn’t have eaten that enormous burger yesterday at lunch.

There was a patty, caramelised onions, grilled cheese and litres of sauces. It was fat. It was good. It made me the happiest person on the universe. I needed it.

And now I got to pay for it. Life sucks

Lightly relaxed, playing with my phone, laying on the sofa.

BOOOOOOMMM. A bomb just exploded in my belly, tangling my bowels.

Why do I have to suffer this much? God, why???

God is full of shit.

Eating hamburger at lunch is not a sustainable choice. Either for the planet and for my bowels.

Third shit for today!!

Mini turds!

Just 2. One-inch long