I’ve been having crazy goat poopies the last two weeks. If you’ve seen a goat poop, then you know what I’m talking about. First, I’ll push out a turd about the size of a chicken nugget. Once that cork is popped, then a ton of pellet sized poopies fall out
toilet
Meat. It’s what’s for dinner. And lunch. And breakfast.
The long four day weekend had me shoving all kind of meat down my throat. You know, like beef patties and drumsticks and bacon and pork chops and chicken wings. The short holiday also put me in lazy mode, so I didn’t do any yoga over the weekend. My lack
Home Sweet Home
After the first week of not pooping due to travel constipation, I figured I’d be back to my regular pooping schedule after my toilet attack on day seven. All that poop that clogged the toilet must have unclogged my insides and pushed out the plug that was backing me up.
