Ever get one of those poops where after you’re done with your doodie, you wipe and wipe and wipe, and no matter how many times you’ve wiped, there is still some poo left on the toilet paper? What would a tree hugger do in a situation like this? Kill a
poop
SOS
I’m at work, and I need to poop. But my boss and a few other coworkers are stationed out near the women’s bathroom. Feels like this won’t be a quick one either. Dangit. I hate holding in my poops. Feels like my butt is about to explode.
Copycat
They say that women who live together menstruate together. I think that saying is starting to apply to me. Except I don’t live with a woman, I live with my dog. And also except he does not menstruate. What I’m getting at is my dog and I live together and
