I had explosive diarrhea last night. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. I sat and shat watery brown mud five times. After each session I wiped my butt and flushed, thinking it was over. As I washed my hands, another bowel movement would occur and then my poop
bunghole
Rip Torn Itch
I walked into the office bathroom needing to take a really bad dump. There was a woman at the sink applying her makeup. I hate an audience, but I really had to go. I waddled to the furthest stall and pooped as fast as I could. Suddenly I hear the
Laborious Sunday
My colon must have gone back into travel mode because I had not pooped for a week. So this morning to trick it, I did the most at-home-relaxation activity I could think of: toilet reading. I grabbed the thickest book I could find and plopped my butt on the toilet
