Monday, June 29, 2009
I was innocently sitting on the toilet peeing, and then without warning poop started pouring out of me. On one hand, it was great, because it required no effort on my part, and then I inhaled. The smell was like if you pooped in a ziplock, put it out in the sun for a while, then locked yourself in a room with no air and then opened it up. Rotting garbage could not compare to the smell that was unleashed from my bum.