I don’t like taking pills. If I have a headache, I will endure the pain. If I have cramps, I’d rather hurt all day than pop a Midol. If I’m constipated, I’ll wait it out even if it takes a few days to pass a rock. I know the benefits
poops
V is for Victoryless
I have a love/hate relationship with automatic flushing toilets. They’re fantastic because of the obvious– no physical contact with the toilet flusher. In a perfect world I go in the stall, do my business, and as I’m pulling up my pants the evidence that I was there immediately vanishes into
Christmas Cheer
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even my bowels. The TP was hung by the toilet with care, in hopes that a dookie soon would be there. My intestines were twisted, turds heavy as lead, while extraneous amounts of pushing
