31 May: Sunday porpquiddle.

Middling poo. Unimpressive poo. Not my fault. I woke up six hours before, at 2 am and had to go. I crapped in the upstairs bathroom, in the dark, because I wanted to go back to sleep. So, no pic. But I could tell it was a big load. And a gassy load. THIS poo was a leftover poo. It did what it could do to represent. I'll give it credit--it tried. 

eNjoy.