Dry spell

So, Tuesday's and Wednesday's poos were not pooagenic. They just weren't worthy of entries in this blog. Wednesday I crapped twice. Once in the morning, and then directly after my afternoon walk. About a quarter mile from my house, I had to shit. Through the front door, sphincter clenched, crab walk to the bathroom, sweats pulled down, and the poo exploded out of my ass like a bullet train. Squirt shit. I just barely made it. 

And Thursday I didn't poo at all. One of those rare poo-free days. That explains the lack of poo pics. Sometimes it's just not meant to happen.