6 August: Saturday gloomchidney.

Chunky Saturday poo. It waited a while before it  decided it wanted to see the light of day. I feasted Friday night, so I expected a good poo. It was, so-so. Chunky and greenish. And the head escaped and sank to the bottom. I think the whole plop would've sank if I'd been sitting farther back over the bowl. So my strategy is still working. Hang my junk off the lid and get better pics. You're welcome 

eNjoy.