Home Sweet Home

After the first week of not pooping due to travel constipation, I figured I’d be back to my regular pooping schedule after my toilet attack on day seven. All that poop that clogged the toilet must have unclogged my insides and pushed out the plug that was backing me up. I was wrong. I didn’t poop again for another three days, and it was a mediocre one at best. By then I only had another three days left of vacation. I didn’t poop before the plane ride. I didn’t poop on the plane ride. I didn’t even poop after the plane ride. But as soon as I got home two hours later, I had a massive bowel movement, and I pooped in the comfort of my own toilet. Twice. It was a sweet homecoming.

My homecoming was way better than this

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