There's a picture the colon wishes to paint of immaculate conception, a priceless amber heirloom that has scraped the snakey organs inside, minced meals of days past, fibers from cushions that appeared far more delectable than they ultimately became, and it polishes this trophy in a reliable, predictable manner to present this gewgaw in a perfect departure from the best and most interesting hole in the body to so many.

And then there's these other times for other bipedals in which there are so MANY different kinds of presentations that the colon makes, rearranging all those nutrients into vile spigots of anxiety and misplaced malice against the other parts that aren't participatory in its craft, a sickening graft of talent for all the other organisms that inhabit the body.

Getting to shit all the time can also be the best excuse for being alive.

People really should not take their GI health for granted.

Do you possess perfect poops? Are all your polyps whipped forthwith?

Well, I don't want to brag.

I feel like I am cumming when I shit

There is an echo in my sentiment for that. There's an erotic murmur from my basement when I formulate a parcel for my plumbing to digest.

Never stop formulating those parcels, Ted. For our plumbings to digest.

lbs? I've never weighed my shits.

I piss from my ass because China.

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Originally posted by Silky Johnson People really should not take their GI health for granted.

fuck yeah lol. a couple months ago my sister diagnosed me with gastritis. apparently ~20 bottles of red per month isn't good for you. who knew!?

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20 a month. Pffft.

Does that mean you have sober days?

More proof that kiwis are behind stralians when it isnt sheep.

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Dat ass, hiss hum haw

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