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A third option for “shit or get off the pot”. This is really strange.
I don’t understand. Didn’t she get bored?
She was counting the tile specks on the ceiling and refused to leave until she was finished — the fate of the universe hinged upon this. She had to restart every day because she lost her place whenever she fell asleep.
True story.
I’m just amazed that her bf stuck around. You know that sex was out of the question. Which only leaves blowjobs. And who wants to get a blowjob from someone who may or may not be taking a dump?
I can’t imagine the stink…
It’s like a blumpkin, but backwards.
OK. I am a very experienced shitter. I’m pretty sure I’ve even sent pictures of some of my greatest sphinctorial accomplishments to some of you that post here. But damn, if I spend more than 20 minutes or so on the bowl I get the meanest burn and pins and needles sensation in my legs and feet. I realize that this woman’s muscles atrophied after awhile, but how the fuck did she endure the pain that had to have set in after only a couple of hours? That’s one tough broad.
P.S.
If anyone would like to be added to my fecal picture distribution list, let me know.
but…but…where did he go to the bathroom…..oh dear god!
Matthew said:but…but…where did he go to the bathroom…..oh dear god!
Over-Under, yes!
Paris said:Matthew said:but…but…where did he go to the bathroom…..oh dear god!
Over-Under, yes!
Oh Theresa… what is wrong with your brain?
Blumpkins. That was my first thought but I wasn’t sure I should say anything. Thanks Bill!