17 November: Sunday hoblechootling.

Didn't know if I'd crap today because I felt like a pretty much emptied the old colon on Saturday--I  shouldn't have worried. The poo always comes. Kind of a glorbity poo. Small poo...but still poo. Enjoyable. Felt good as I squeezed it out of my bunghole. There you go. Poo. 

eNjoy.