After a 3-day dry spell, my bowels finally decided to let the brown flow. I felt the all too familiar pang in the afternoon and thought to myself, "YES! HERE IT COMES!". Expecting to give birth to spectacular twins (or Siamese twins), I was deeply disappointed when all that came out was a silent toot and a regular sized turd. But a couple of hours later after my coffee break, I had to literally run back to the loo. Two words: soft serve. It also left me with a burning sensation.
I think I've been unlucky in the poo department lately.
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i miss the pictures.
poo soft serve
SOMETIMES THE SOFT SERVE MACHINE IS BROKEN AND IT JUST WON'T STOP
lol 'poo department'
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