25 September: Sunday chuncersporn.

Big, fat blob of full-cheat day ploop. I gorged on carbs yesterday, including a HUGE Italian hoagie. Yum. That usually makes for a healthy poo the next day. And this morning didn't disappoint. I dropped a second poo today after eggs chilquile for lunch, but it was almost completely liquid. And the poo below is good enough for today's effort. 

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24 September: Saturday flummerquaird.

So, big, hairy slab of post-cheat night poo. This poo was powered by pizza and vodka. And a couple of beignets. Beignets are sort of New Orleans type jelly-filled donuts. And a Reece's cup. Good stuff. And good poo. They you go.

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23 September: Friday chlorbchutton.

Another ploop of a poo. An ooey, gooey plorp. A plooper. A glooper. It's a phlorfer. A big, fat bloofer of a blumphter. Hey, it's all poo.

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22 September: Thursday cloipuster.

Gloopy dollup of poo. Ploopy goolup of splop. Sploopy pollup of thulp. Need I say more?

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20 September: Tuesday glunkjudney.

So, I woke up this morning, early, with that itchy feeling... Kind of moist as well. Went to bathroom and wiped my ass. I checked the sheets and, sure enough, there was poo leakage. I have no idea why. That virtually never happens to me--even when I go to bed drunk. So, I have no idea why I was leaking poo. Weird. I dropped a normal (for me) poo a couple of hours later. Poo never ceases to surprise me. To paraphrase Dr. Ian Malcolm--"Poo always finds a way."

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19 September: Monday ploodingjump.

Day off today. Woke up, had a cup of coffee and started to watch the queen of England's funeral. And then I had to poo. Poo waits for no man, or no funeral. As I was watching the funeral, watching the "long walk," I imagined one of the dudes, in formation, two rows back, third from the left, thinking "Oh man, I have to take a shit." You know SOMEbody in that huge procession had to shit. And couldn't. Hey, poo doesn't wait for a funeral. When you gotta go, you gotta go.

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18 September: Sunday clomaspinder.

Big fat pile of Sunday poo. I woke up, had a cup of coffee, and--blam! I was hurrying to the bathroom. This is just a big, sloppy poo. Dark and gooey, blark and ooey. Bloofy and floofy. There you go. Poo is poo.

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Saturday poop meme.

17 September: Saturday schoultergoinmop.

Not as beefy as previous Saturday poos. Kind of glommy. Today is cheat day, so I'm going to carb up pretty good. Tomorrow's poo should be impressive. 

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16 September: Friday florchcroobner.

Took the day off today. Dropped this poo about 10. Kind of ooey and gluey. Soft and splotchy. Goomb and plumby. And that's all I have to say.

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15 September: Thursday clormsterjeem.

Crapped 3 1/2 times on Monday. Last poo was a little squirt right before bed. Not a full crap. My ass was sore after all of the wiping. Bloody sore. Then, I didn't poo at all Tuesday or Wednesday. Thursday, I'm in the office, and I have to poo. It was dark and GUMMY (work poo=bad lighting=annoying glare). Gummy=lots of wiping. And more wiping. And 30 minutes later I get that itchy feeling that means I have to wipe again! Sometimes my sphincter gets just relaxed enough and the poo (that squeezes into my rectum after the BM) is just the right consistency that a tiny bit wriggles through and--viola--I have to wipe again. Sometimes poo can make you crazy. But it's still poo!

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12 September: Monday chinkgulmer.

Big, fat, beefy load after a weekend of eating carbs. Booyah! What else is there to say? Sometimes, in the light of giant poo load, you just have to remain--silent. 

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11 September: Sunday glunchorder.

So, big fat post full cheat day poo. I usually pig out all day Saturday. And yesterday was no exception. Lots of carbs, lots of bread. Coco Pebbles for breakfast. Breakfast burrito for second breakfast. Then lots of grapefruit vodka in the evening. It was great. Usually makes for a good poo on Sunday. Today was no exception. Awesome poo pic.

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10 September: Saturday dumperjoat.

Big, fat post-cheat day dumper. Ooey and gooey. Glooby and plooby. Sometimes, it's just a ploop. 

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9 September: Friday blurblegoimp.

Kind of a glurble of a poo. A big pile of bloink. Kind of a glistening, blurbling pile 'o blurk. Kind of out of focus, but still a good poo pic. Strangely alluring. A bloobely ploop. Interesting poo 

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8 September: Thursday double blubblelunk.

Didn't poo Wednesday (at work). Woke up very early Wednesday to poo and then pooed again two hours later. First poo was a solid poo, second poo--nut so much. But hey, it's poo. Poo is poo. And poo is ALWAYS fun. 

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6 September: Tuesday flarchenpoon.

So, it's nice to be crapping in my own toilet. Unfortunately, this wasn't a good poo pic. Kind of glorchy. But better than it would have been has I not hung my junk over the lid. This was, at least you tell the texture. So, more more bad poo pics.

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5 September: Monday Labor Day djlorkusplurd.

Back home. Have the Monday off for Labor Day. And started the day off with a nice poo. Back in my regular bathroom, with the good lighting. And back to good poo pics. This was a big, fat, beefy load. Hey--you're welcome 

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4 September: Sunday florkensponer.

Last beach poo. Dropped this load about an hour before we vacated the condo. Wrong bathroom, but, oh well. Sad to be leaving the beach, but the real world beckons. Get ready for home poo!

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3 September: Saturday splobspunger.

Last full day at the beach. Right bathroom, and not a bad poo pic. It looks like there's corn in it poo, but I didn't eat corn the day before, so I'm not sure what it is. Poo can be mysterious. And it's always fun.

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2 September: Friday splorterchurd.

Getting close to the end of my beach holiday. This was a much better poo pic. Nice, rich, brown color. I'm in vacation, so I basically rest and drink anything I want to, so, that means lots of carbs. Carbs=good poo pics. 

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1 September: Thursday cranchblooder.

Not a good poo pic. Wrong bathroom, bad lights, out of focus. But it's still beach poo. 

eNjoy.