Tuesday, 1 September 2020 | 10:43 AM

Dark reveals of my fart.

Yes, I shat myself.

Tuesday, 1 September 2020 | 09:43 AM

Ouch. Yesterday night I drank one bottle of red wine all by myself, then I joined my friends, 10 km far, riding my bicycle.

Current situation is I can’t feel any part of my body. It’s all jelly. Even my shit is.

Monday, 31 August 2020 | 08:44 AM

A violent rainstorm just brought out the power. I can’t see my shit 🙁

Sunday, 30 August 2020 | 06:30 PM

Let’s FAAAAAAART! Uh! A tird got out!

Sunday, 30 August 2020 | 02:14 PM

My late lunch interrupted by my butt.

Sunday, 30 August 2020 | 11:18 AM

Less than a 14-hour gestation, I am so proud. It’s a boy!

A big, huge, stand-alone boy.

Friday, 28 August 2020 | 11:00 AM

I am not sure where am I gonna end up this time. It’s eleven o’clock and everything seem to be normal.

I take my shit, I wipe my bum, I stand up and… OH SHIT! OH SHIT!

For crying out loud, these tirds are staring at me!!!

I am horrified, they have got my face! 😰

Thursday, 27 August 2020 | 07:34 PM

Apparently a busy day for my arse.

Thursday, 27 August 2020 | 04:48 PM

I’m all sweaty. Just came home from a bicycle ride. I am exhausted.

Nevertheless, my body just doesn’t care, he demands me more stress. ‘TAKE A SHIT!’, it shouts.

There’s just one thing I can do.

Thursday, 27 August 2020 | 08:54 AM

Reprise!!

I really can’t tell how short ago was the last one.

Thursday, 27 August 2020 | 08:24 AM

I am too drowsy to talk about crap. The only thing it can be said about is life is shit.

Somehow it really is.

Wednesday, 26 August 2020 | 03:24 PM

In such a hot day even my shit is sweating.

Liquid.

Wednesday, 26 August 2020 | 08:56 AM

Sometimes it’s just shit.

Tuesday, 25 August 2020 | 02:47 PM

Just as bad as this morning, only a bit stinkier.

Much more.

Too much.

Tuesday, 25 August 2020 | 09:09 AM

You know you ate too much the night before when you dream about people dying, friends going missing, disasters in the city.

You then wake up and you got your stomach utterly floating. Can bowels work as a balloon? Yes they can.

Stretching and fitting as much air as anyone can breath for a year, then, somehow, it turns into crap.