Greetings lovers of poop. I’m back. I stopped blogging about my poops ’cause how much can you really blog about your regularity? My poops have all been the same. I ran out of stories. But then I moved offices and got a brand new cube mate. He’s an older gentleman,
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Phantom Splashes
When I’m about to drop a phat turd, I get splash anxiety. I know from past experiences (and common sense) that when I shit a brick, it’ll fall hard and toilet water will splash all over my cheeks. When I’m dumping in a public restroom, I will line the top
I am a Lady
I was at my boyfriend’s place eating dinner and watching TV. We had ice cream for dessert. My inability to digest lactose had my intestines gurgling and filling up with gas. I didn’t want to fart next to him because I knew it would be stinky (I’m a really nice
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