I didn’t poo for 2 days. I took ex-lax because, well, it’s supposed to make you sh*t. 2 hours later I shat (I don’t have to self-bleep that word because it’s not actually a real word.) See, but the thing is, is that I have been sh*tting for a whole day. I have sat on the bowl 11 times in the last 24 hours. And my guts are still grumbling like there’s some more brewing down there. My *sshole can’t take anymore. The cheap *ss-paper I buy at the $.99 cent store probably isn’t helping.
This is what’s called “Sharing”. You’re Welcome.
…to do a Sit Down with a hooker. I think I shall, I think I shall.
I may have been a little MIA this past week, but I still regard you all as my favorite Wh*res. Wh*res who are mostly sinners and pervs. And I like you for that. 🙂