Hershey Kiss

The caboose of a somewhat loose log-omotive held onto my bum a little longer than the main turd. It finally fell and hit the sort of level part of the toilet bowl, standing and pointing upwards, looking very much like a Hershey Kiss. Its peak poked above the surface of the water, and I braced myself for the horrid stench that was sure to follow, as unsubmerged fecal matter with sludgy consistency is really bad nasal news 97% of the time. But luckily, today the poo was merciful.