4 June: Friday brungecludporper.

So, end of the week. This is just one big pile o' poo. Big, dark and glumpy. Just came out in a big, fat splort. Dark, ooey gooeyness. Ooey, gooey florferness. It's hideous, and yet, I can't look away. Like many of my poos, this one embodies a frame of reference. Why this poo, here, now. Questions that will likely never be answered. Poo as philosophy.

eNjoy.