23 March: Sunday pollupfloink.

So, again, I had to poo as soon as I woke up. Didn't even have a chance to make coffee. Woke up groggy, and had to poo and pee. An hour and a half I had to poo again--a noisy, farty but very satisfying poo/pee combo. No picture with the second poo because, well, it wasn't pooagenic. This poo was glunky and a bit, bloppy, but still poo. There you go. 

eNjoy.

Saturday poo meme.

22 March: Saturday flookintspoible.

So, I crapped as soon as I woke this morning. It didn't wait for my first cup of coffee. It was time, so it came. Kind of a "blobular" poo. An obviously inpatient poo. A busy poo. A poo with places to go and people up see. Ultimately the poo wasn't successful doing anything because I flushed it. 

eNjoy. 

21 March: Friday fraglimptysmord.

End of the work week. This blork came about 30 minutes after waking. Not exciting, but still poo. Meh. I want to wax poetic, but sometimes it's just poo. 

eNjoy.

20 March: Thursday choolgajointnik.

Big splat of poo. I woke up at 2:30 in the morning, and couldn't get back to sleep. So I got up after an hour of tossing and turning. And about 10 minutes after I got up, I had to poo. The poo was not going to be denied. I wonder if the poo would have woke me up if I was still asleep. I've never actually crapped in bed, but I've come close. This poo wasn't pretty, but it's still poo. And poo is just a fact of life. 

eNjoy.

19 March: Wednesday hablabblesty.

Another rare work poo. I guess not so rare anymore. I've been pooing a lot at work lately. I dropped this plorp after the gym at noon, and then lunch. Serious log here. And the shitty overhead fluorescent lighting isn't that obvious because the reflection in the water is broken by the poo emerging from the water. What luck! This log was long, smooth and green. What more could you ask for in a poo? 

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18 March: Tuesday grinchlerchoid.

Tuesday was a nice day to drop a load. And drop a load I did. You're probably not surprised at that. That is, after, all, why you're here. This was a pretty standard glork. A little more orange, so as little more pungent. But pungent is good (?) I think...? I don't know. Poo is poo, right? Unless it smells like rank death. This poo has character, almost a.... stateliness. I guess. Hey, it's just poo. Just trying to put them poo words together so they sound purdy. 

eNjoy.