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NoDaddyNo
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I was sitting here eating my lunch consisting of two Cokes and a 10" pizza when my bowels surged, turned upside down, and started gurgling as if they were trying to tell me something. Whatever they were saying, I knew it couldn't be good.
I walked to the bathroom acting casual, as if I had no idea what was about to happen. While actually fully aware the whole time that once I got to that toilet, I would be unleashing a fury that would leave me weak, and the smell of death in the air.
Sure enough, as I dropped my pants, my bowels turned upside down in one last hurrah and then the explosion happened. It painted the entire inner contents of the toilet bowl, leaving nothing uncovered in a vile coating of runny evil. My body heaved in convulsions, as if I were giving birth or throwing up, but far more sinister than that.
When I was done I flushed and even the toilet seemed to groan, wary of taking in such a ferocious nastiness. I had to flush twice, but it still didn't get all the matter down - floating there to taunt me, as if to say that it would always win. Looking like the shredded and tattered walls of my colon floating in a clear pool of placidity. I sprayed some air freshener, but it was of little help and only left a faint sense of a hair salon in the room. A hair salon that reeks of shit.
Now I'm sitting here, reeling from my recent loss, shaking and tired, trying to rehydrate myself for the next time... there always is a next time. But I'll be ready.
I walked to the bathroom acting casual, as if I had no idea what was about to happen. While actually fully aware the whole time that once I got to that toilet, I would be unleashing a fury that would leave me weak, and the smell of death in the air.
Sure enough, as I dropped my pants, my bowels turned upside down in one last hurrah and then the explosion happened. It painted the entire inner contents of the toilet bowl, leaving nothing uncovered in a vile coating of runny evil. My body heaved in convulsions, as if I were giving birth or throwing up, but far more sinister than that.
When I was done I flushed and even the toilet seemed to groan, wary of taking in such a ferocious nastiness. I had to flush twice, but it still didn't get all the matter down - floating there to taunt me, as if to say that it would always win. Looking like the shredded and tattered walls of my colon floating in a clear pool of placidity. I sprayed some air freshener, but it was of little help and only left a faint sense of a hair salon in the room. A hair salon that reeks of shit.
Now I'm sitting here, reeling from my recent loss, shaking and tired, trying to rehydrate myself for the next time... there always is a next time. But I'll be ready.
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