It never ceases to amaze me how people want to know what you’re doing, where you’re going, who you’re with, but when you tell them, they think you’re a sick bastard.
In my spare time, one of favorite things to do is enjoy a little time with the porcelain goddess. She helps me relax, lets
me sit down, and most of all, release all the pent up shit inside of me. But what about when someone asks you where you’ve been? Are you supposed to be politically correct and keep your mouth shut, or is it acceptable to say, yeah, I just took the greatest dump. I mean really, everyone shits. It keeps your body clean and typically makes you feel better. But why isn’t it ok to talk about defecting? It’s cute to hear of a little baby going “poopie” but when I want to talk about the Niagara falls of dumps, I’m being a sick bastard.
I’m tired of people always being so god damn politically correct. I’ll continue to talk about my great adventures in the bathroom. If you don’t want to hear about them, stop asking about my day.