As a matter of fact I am taking gross shit at the office. At the office’s toilet! Still, I guess the noise I am producing feel like being inside the office, for the rest of the colleagues…
I feel a little uncomfortable…perhaps I should have stayed home today…
Oh, by the way, this is heavily painful. Classic diarrhoea with cramps… at the office… yeah, GREAT!
Woke up in the middle of the night by bad diarrhoea.
But wait we’re not there (yet). The last few days I ate like no tomorrow at my girlfriend’s family. We all have been there. I almost kept every night awake. You know, indigestion…
Yesterday we got back home, went to the gym and ate pizza with friends. When I got home I felt like pizza never took the digestion journey, as I felt my stomach still full, burping pizza all around. Few hours later, after a couple of passive light sleep, I feel my stomach weak, deep acid flavour, and my bowels ready to explode.
As I said, I was not there YET, but now, as I went deeper, taking my time neatly describing my bad experience, I am now there.
I am now pissing from my arsehole, yeah, we all been there as well…
The good part is, it’s pretty self-evident I am expelling the devil from behind, but the bad part is, I feel it still inside my stomach. Mire and more acid, and I just don’t know what to do.
After a few days at my girlfriend’s family, I realised I have to train myself more. I am not talking about sports here. Food. Next time, I must come prepared.
Especially for the second part of the feast. The sheat.
This morning I am in between constipation and diarrhoea. What does it mean? Don’t know yet. But I have a 3-hours road trip to take to come back home. I guess imma discover it!
I am at my girlfriends’ family, I feel very much welcome and everything. There’s just one little big problem.
I ate dinner complimenting my mother-in-law, I ate some sweet and sour fish, and some became much, and much became FUCK I CAN’T SLEEP! And I am fucking sweating, it’s so hot in here, and so hit inside me and so fucking AAAAAAAHHH.
My stomach hurt and I moved on the toilet, I thought, maybe deploying some shit will help…
Here I am, sitting on my toilet at quarter past early on a Saturday morning. After probably a month I went out with my friends on a Friday night, I didn’t drink much, only some beers and a drink.
Nevertheless, I woke up during the night with a bad ache inside my belly. Luckily I fell back asleep, but then, at the very same time I wake up every day, I was wide awake already, on the toilet already, taking a huge shit already.
My fav is Piero Manzoni who’s the author of Artist’s shit a piece consisting of 90 tin cans, each reportedly filled with 30 grams (1.1 oz) of faeces, and measuring 4.8 by 6.5 centimetres (1.9 in × 2.6 in), with a label in Italian, English, French, and German stating:
Artist’s Shit Contents 30 gr net Freshly preserved Produced and tinned in May 1961
I just love him.
Who else could have been my reference for THE SHITBLOGGER?
Just eaten kilos of fresh meat. It took so much space inside me, I now have to compensate a bit… a little shit session before going to sleep will help!
I don’t have to worry about some days of constipation, even if I spent the weekend not taking a shit at all, after a few days I discharge till the last drop.
the Shy Tird 