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Worst experience of my shitting life was when I didn't defecate prior to the monthly jog. Luckily I could squeeze through the fence of the golf club I was near, and it was early enough nobody was around to 'report' me, AND they had the course's bathroom door unlocked. Now I just exercise at home where there's a bathroom within safe jumping distance.
With every successive word in your post I was sure it was going to end with you shitting in the bushes.
Kinda disappointed now to be honest. You owe me one poop in the bushes.
I'll do you better, and someone out there may know it's me.
I once was in a river,
downstream from many givers,
and then began to shiver...
I felt a slide go past my liver.
There I was alone;
the house far, and across stone;
and my south began to groan;
from my lips I droned, "oh no."
I tried to climb the rise,`
while tightly clamping thighs,
but as I soon surmised,
I couldn't hold the surprise.
All the river floaters watched,
as my privacy I botched,
there right upon the stony swatch,
what horror flowed right from my crotch.
That's a very fancy "diarrhoea cha-cha-cha".
Coulda been worse
Welcome to lemmy, glad you're here. That was hilarious
I guess you haven't had bad hemorrhoids yet, lucky you.