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,
toot
Gas Chamber
I held the elevator door open for a stranger yesterday (he didn’t say thank you). As we were going up, I started to regret holding the door for him (not because he didn’t say thank you) because he totally rips one. Ok, whatever. Farting is natural, I try to ignore
Sadface
Growing old is no fun. Yesterday I bent over and farted. I didn’t know I was going to fart. It just happened, and I didn’t have enough reaction time or sphincter strength to keep my butt from honking. I would not have thought twice about this if it happened at
