3 May: Tuesday flubbinprotch.

I was enjoying my first cup of coffee this morning when I suddenly, immediately had to poo. You know his it is: one minute you're fine, the next minute you're running for the bathroom. And the result of the run to the bathroom was a pile of plort. A plooch of plorger. A big, gooey, soft flop of blork. Not pretty, but still poo.

eNjoy.