27 September: Monday splobegorfner.

Beginning of the work week and I'm still crapping at home due to the pandemic. At home or at work, the crapping never, ever stops. The one constant in my life is the poo. The poo if my rock. No matter what happens, I know I'll still have to poo every day. Kind of comforting, don't you think?

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26 September: Sunday flornetdjunkle.

This poo popped after breakfast. It wanted to come earlier but I held it in. If I hold it, the poos seem to get a little more solid. And that's ALWAYS more fun. A big blop or a log instead of pile or a splat. This onen wasn't really solid. Came out in one splort. Just--blaaaaappht. Sunday poo, good stuff.

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25 September: second Saturday fluggerborndt.

So, about 5:30 pm I had to drop another load. Not a bad second dumper. Kind of knobby and globby. There you go.

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25 September: Saturday shleeshyim.

So, I'm in bed about 7am. And I let loose a couple of big farts. A mean. BIG farts. I think my next door neighbors could have heard them. Rattled the windows. And then I had to poo. I thought it would be a big poo, but it was more fart than poo. This poo got me out of bed. And it was just--okay. Poo is poo. 

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24 September: Friday quinchfloop.

A cute, orange little poo all wrapped up in a little poo papoose. All gooey and gunky. I like it. It has personality. Check!

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23 September: Thursday sumpoinker.

This is a big of orange mini-loaves with a dollop of liquid cream poo in the middle. And you can see a green pepper from the HUGE Chipotle brisket burrito bowl I had the day before. A lot of food and a lot of poo. Good stuff.

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22 September: Wednesday thoochelborz.

Been pooing pretty regularly lately. One poo a day. That's good. Multiple poos a day make for a sore bunghole. That no good. This poo is beefy and dainty at the same time. Smooth on one side and rough on the other. It's bipolar poo. Yes it is! Kind of a downer?

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