6 December: Sunday jortblimmer.

Sunday poo. Pooey poo. Glumpy poo. Poo phlunk. There you go.

5 December: Saturday plumpkinjird.

End of the week poo. Pooed right after I woke up. As I was making my coffee, the old pooper decided it was time to poop. Kind of a submerged bloafus. Not particularly exciting. But still poo. Poo is poo. I rate this poo a 5 1/2.

4 December: Friday gumptysloch.

Friday poo. Brown and glooey. Cool little pollup. And I was fasting yesterday so I only crapped once. Seems like lately every time I eat I have to crap. Shitting three times a day gets old. I rate this poo a 5 1/2.

eNjoy.

Dry spell

So, Tuesday's and Wednesday's poos were not pooagenic. They just weren't worthy of entries in this blog. Wednesday I crapped twice. Once in the morning, and then directly after my afternoon walk. About a quarter mile from my house, I had to shit. Through the front door, sphincter clenched, crab walk to the bathroom, sweats pulled down, and the poo exploded out of my ass like a bullet train. Squirt shit. I just barely made it. 

And Thursday I didn't poo at all. One of those rare poo-free days. That explains the lack of poo pics. Sometimes it's just not meant to happen.

30 November: Monday querllyshote.

Monday poo. Day off. Day off poo. Kind of flaky and funky. I rate this poo a 5. 

eNjoy.

29 November: Sunday chompgugger.

Sunday poo. Nice little poolets. Nice color and texture.  Interesting inclusions of what's most likely undigested food. I rate this poo a 6 1/2.

eNjoy.

28 November: Saturday bloafinggrund.

Most excellent Saturday poo. Brilliant. Brown. Chunkles. What more could I say? I rate this poo an 8. 

eNjoy.