This morning, I pushed so hard, I thought I'd cause an embolism.
This afternoon, I felt, inside of me, was a living organism.
Why is it that only the slightest change of diet.
Will stop me dead in my tracks with this gastrointestinal riot.
It's not fair to treat your butt hole like a frozen package of dough.
And then have it spray your poop around like a coagulated doe.
Think twice, my friend, I beg of you, before ingesting all those starches.
Mark my words, you won't make it through the night without the bedroom to bathroom marches.
Narration coming soon
Narration coming soon for this voice