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Worst experience of my shitting life was when I didn't defecate prior to the monthly jog. Luckily I could squeeze through the fence of the golf club I was near, and it was early enough nobody was around to 'report' me, AND they had the course's bathroom door unlocked. Now I just exercise at home where there's a bathroom within safe jumping distance.
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With every successive word in your post I was sure it was going to end with you shitting in the bushes.
Kinda disappointed now to be honest. You owe me one poop in the bushes.
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I'll do you better, and someone out there may know it's me.
I once was in a river,
downstream from many givers,
and then began to shiver...
I felt a slide go past my liver.
There I was alone;
the house far, and across stone;
and my south began to groan;
from my lips I droned, "oh no."
I tried to climb the rise,`
while tightly clamping thighs,
but as I soon surmised,
I couldn't hold the surprise.
All the river floaters watched,
as my privacy I botched,
there right upon the stony swatch,
what horror flowed right from my crotch.
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That's a very fancy "diarrhoea cha-cha-cha".
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Welcome to lemmy, glad you're here. That was hilarious
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I guess you haven't had bad hemorrhoids yet, lucky you.
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