Okay so I'd saved up the contents that would make up this shit since Monday ( 3 days ago ) ...as i sat and prepared for the onslaught that was about to take place i decided some leisurely reading would complete the oncoming events so i picked up "Empire - the British imperial experience from 1765 to the present" as i exfoliated my large intestine or some might say, halfway threw discharging the log that was my shit. This bunta fucking cockroach skitters across the bathroom floor I literally shat threw my book ontop of this sheelob of a cockroach and bailed from the scene ASAP.
The act of excreteing ones bodily waste is suppose to be a memorable/pleasurable occasion for everyone involved, but not for me, not this time ...all im left with is a crushed roach and a bathroom left reeeking of mortien surface sprace. Anyone but the most devout "excretionists" would despair just the thought chucking a dump in my bathroom after this experience..but not me .. this is only a minor set back for one as devout as myself, not even this will keep me from enjoying that ripping sensation when your shit is so behemoth you can feel it sundering your asshole..oh well i think ive strayed from my point so ill end it here.
