Feasted yesterday. That's what I do on Saturday. I eat. And I drink. And I poo. Well, I poo every day. Sunday's poo is usually pretty good because of the feasting on Saturday. But because I shit my brains out yesterday, there wouldn't be a lot to shit today. Or that's what I thought. I was wrong. I had to poo three sips into my first cup of coffee. The poo is relentless. But this was not an exciting poo. What do I always say? They can't all be winners.
eNjoy.
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