Shroom Doom

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

Break Up

I went out of town over the weekend, and my buddy, Travel Constipation, followed. TC hung out with me the entire time, never leaving my side (or my insides). He held on to me (everything I ate), and when I tried to push him away (or out), he refused (farted).