One time, I was on the phone with my ex, and they narrated writing on the side of the toilet bowl with their own poo. It was incredibly vivid, and I was legitimately disgusted. He added emphasis and storytelling. I sat there and protested, completely unaware his mom did colonoscopies, and he was unfazed by the mention of poop.
One quote that always stuck with me is, “shit in a bag feels like play-doh.”
To this day, I pray to a God that may not answer, that my ex was joking.
Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.
One time, I was on the phone with my ex, and they narrated writing on the side of the toilet bowl with their own poo. It was incredibly vivid, and I was legitimately disgusted. He added emphasis and storytelling. I sat there and protested, completely unaware his mom did colonoscopies, and he was unfazed by the mention of poop.
One quote that always stuck with me is, “shit in a bag feels like play-doh.”
To this day, I pray to a God that may not answer, that my ex was joking.
I mean, shit in a bag does feel like play-doh sometimes.
Source: have a dog
Warm play-doh unfortunately
Unless you grab the wrong loaf… chilly surprise!
This makes it sooo mich worse, somehow. 😳
Oh man, i know.
Back in the day, I used to run a shuttle of a dozen dogs to what’s it called? Magnuson Park? Something like that in Seattle. And it’s simply not possible to keep track of 12 dogs chocolate landmines, so I’d inevitably pick up three or four “cold ones” each trip.
Pants down and you could be donating your own turds to the park. Equilibrium restored.
“…pants?”
It depends on the shit. It comes in a wide variety of consistencies, even on the same day.
Analogies are cursed. They can paint so vivid a picture you wish you were illiterate.
“All those moments will be lost in time, like poo on the side of a toilet.”