I ran six miles, and I had to poo the entire time. Yep. Monster turtle head. Somehow towards the end of my sixth mile, the turtle retracted it’s head. So when I went to poo immediately after my run (I usually like to wait ’til I dry the sweat off
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I am a gassy person. I love to fart, and I love to burp. However, I’m very conscious when I fart (ie- I hold it in when I’m in public.. at least most of the time). But when it comes to burps, I let it out without thinking about the
Poopoo dance
I hate doing the poopoo dance. It’s very much like the peepee dance, except instead of holding in an exploding bladder, I’m holding in an exploding anus. An exploding anus of exploding diarrhea. I was at the convenience store taking my time looking at snacks. Then all of a sudden,
