A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
| Mama mia! I've got diarrhea. My normal poop is now brown goop. Too many unholy black bean frijoles. It is so loose, like orange juice. The nasty odor nauseates, among the other traits. The swooshing sound has me bound. Being stuck on crapper is not very dapper. What a catastrophea! |