Fruity Pebbles

I got my wish. I had a banana-shaped poop this morning. However, because the mango tore up my bunghole so badly yesterday, it still hurt.. like a fuzzy peach coming out of my fartbox. You know I love pooping (by evidence of having a blog about poops), so never in my life have I not wanted to poop. Yet now I fear bowel movements. When I sit on the toilet waiting for the shit to blast out of my ass, I cringe and pray that I don’t start convulsing from the pain. Now I long for those unsatisfactory grape-sized pebble poops. Maybe I should start ODing on the Ex-Lax.

Grape, I Miss You

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