18 January: Tuesday blompkinfruze.

This poo came about two hours after my shower. So I was fresh for about two hours. Then poo. Then, no longer fresh. Didn't matter how long I wipe. It whether I use wet naps.  I can never get completely clean after pooing. The only way to get fresh off to shower. That's it. Although, I have never used a bidet. That might do it. The poo was okay. Half sank, half floated. Poo didn't know quite what it wanted to be. Didn't really matter because I flushed it. That's what happens to poo.

eNjoy.

17 January: Monday beemelprood.

So, dropped a poo Sunday. Felt like a big load squeezing out of my bunghole. But it all settled to the bottom, and so doesn't look that big. It's the grand poo pic that could have been. Ahhh, the what-ifs. They'll drive you crazy. 

eNjoy.

16 January: Sunday flonkingwort.

Was drinking vodka last night, so I woke up late this morning. And as soon as I woke up, I had to poo. And what a poo it was. I jumped into the shower right after I pooed, so I didn't have to wash my hands! Always fun! And this is a nice looking poo. Damn nice looking poo. One of my best poo pics. And--you're welcome. This one makes it all worth it. 

eNjoy.

15 January: Saturday ploogenjorst.

So, the last couple of day's poos haven't been impressive. Almost completely liquid. Not much to take a picture of. I'm not sure why sometimes my poo is liquid. Oh well. It means I'm not constipated. And I rarely, if ever, get constipated. But that doesn't make for his blogging. This morning's poo was a little better. Chunky and brown, Gorky and schmorky. It works. It's poo! 

eNjoy.

12 January: Wednesday schlormpsquizzer.

Middle of the week poo. Didn't come until after lunch, which is I little unusual. This poo is kind of chunky and fluffy at the same time. And not a terrific poo pic. But it's still poo. It works. 

eNjoy.

10 January: Monday gloobrinker.

Pooed this morning after a cup of coffee. Felt damn good coming out. Usually feels good coming out. That's why I always look forward to taking a dump. I always know that I'm going to feel better coming out of the bathroom than I did going in. Right? Think about it. 

eNjoy.

9 January: Sunday schplorgemunder.

Woke up this morning and--how guess what? I dropped a poo! The poo never stops. The poo is relentless. My poo is the Terminator. "It absolutely will not stop..." until it comes squirting out of my bunghole. That's my poo. And I'm okay with that.

eNjoy.