Two dumps again
The first one, in the middle of the night, brought worries of a diarrhea. But nothing much happened until after breakfast, by which time the situation seemed to have reversed.
The first one, in the middle of the night, brought worries of a diarrhea. But nothing much happened until after breakfast, by which time the situation seemed to have reversed.
One’s like stringy pasta while the other was back to the calligraphic stroke.
This morning’s dump looked like a twig, or if your imagination really takes you there, a dildo. I guess it’s a nice break after several calligraphic strokes.
First outdoor dump in a long while, and nothing much to contribute – just like the men in white.
No, it just went vertical again.
Adding to the different strokes over the past few days. Wonder what word will emerge from this?