Soldato
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- 19 Nov 2011
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As I was eating my Skyr yogurt, my bottom started to tremble. Whilst I carried on monching, the trembles became noxious gas. The trembling stopped, it was too quiet. Something was going to happen, but when? Or how I thought.
Until suddenly, stomach cramps threatened the diabolical creation of unwanted dingleberry stew. While still eating, I faltered to the deep stomach groans from deep within. I ran for my life, making sure to firmly clench my cheeks while doing so, there was no letterbox in sight.
Upon planting on the throne, I released the dankest snelling turd that was laid to rest within the inner bowls of the toilet. Yet, required no wipes, utterly unheard of.
Myself, a rather relieved man, or I would even argue a very light man took to the sink. When someone walked in....
Sniffing. His nose was being bestowed upon by my stinky Eden mess smell. Small talk was inevitable.
Apparently the weather was nice as the unwanted guest slowly closed the cubical door presumably wishing he brought a gas mask.
I endured further sniffing sounds and coughing, my hands where finally clean in the longest 30 seconds of my life. Without any hesitation, I released a further root a toot while drying my hands with absolutely no regard to the air around me.
Fin.
Until suddenly, stomach cramps threatened the diabolical creation of unwanted dingleberry stew. While still eating, I faltered to the deep stomach groans from deep within. I ran for my life, making sure to firmly clench my cheeks while doing so, there was no letterbox in sight.
Upon planting on the throne, I released the dankest snelling turd that was laid to rest within the inner bowls of the toilet. Yet, required no wipes, utterly unheard of.
Myself, a rather relieved man, or I would even argue a very light man took to the sink. When someone walked in....
Sniffing. His nose was being bestowed upon by my stinky Eden mess smell. Small talk was inevitable.
Apparently the weather was nice as the unwanted guest slowly closed the cubical door presumably wishing he brought a gas mask.
I endured further sniffing sounds and coughing, my hands where finally clean in the longest 30 seconds of my life. Without any hesitation, I released a further root a toot while drying my hands with absolutely no regard to the air around me.
Fin.
One wipe wonders are the best.
