7 June: Saturday hampjurdle.

This poo got me out of bed. It was quite insistent. Felt a lot bigger squeezing out of my bunghole than it turned out in the picture. Oh well. I crapped three times yesterday, so this morning's poo wasn't going to be gigantic. This poo isn't spectacular, but still poo. Chunky and funky. And blorby. Blorby is good.

eNjoy.