16 February: Monday strotchglimpter.

This one snuck up on me. I'm sitting, enjoying my morning coffee, and I have to poo. And then I release (what I thought was a little fart), and it wasn't. As I'm pulling my pants down, I feel these little (I think) dollops of poo (or gas) skip pay my sphincter. I think. I sat and unkinked the old sphincter, and let fly. I was wearing dark briefs, so maybe I spotted, maybe I didn't. I think just a tiny amount of poo got out. Pretty cool looking poo for a mostly liquid poo. That's it. It's poo.. Love it or live with it. Just make sure it gets in the bowl. 

eNjoy.

15 February: Sunday schollwumpit.

Had to poo as soon as I woke up. Didn't even get a chance to open my phone--I sat down and, blaat! It's poo. As I've written many, many times before--poo is poo. It never stops. Sometimes it gives us a brief glimpse before it continues the journey to the sewer. It's brief opportunity to shine, and then, flush. Bye poo. 

eNjoy.

Saturday poo meme.

14 February: Saturday matchelsheen.

This poo came later in the morning. Not a bad effort. Chunky, phlunky, fluffy and phlord. And fluffy, bi-colored poo is always fun! Or maybe you disagree? Let me know in comments. 

eNjoy.

13 February: Friday querboozunch.

Just a puddle of plod. Bi-colored slorp, ooey and gooey. There you go, I said it all. 

eNjoy.

12 February: Thursday hombelziscrey.

Bigger log, turned inside out. First with green stuffing, then with darker groinion. Folded poo. Joff on the bottom, bliff on top. There you go.

eNjoy.

11 February: Wednesday splimevorkner.

A big, bottom blollop of florp. Again, wanting to flee.... Is there much else I can do? The poo always comes, always comes. You know what you should do? Learn to live with it.

eNjoy.