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
Frankie Says Relax
I love reading on the toilet. There is something very relaxing about it. When I sat down for my morning pee, I grabbed a book I was close to finishing. I’m not sure how much time had passed, but as I was reading the final pages, I was so relaxed
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.
