JadussD
08-12-2003, 02:10 PM
*Post contains graphic references to unpleasant bowel phenomenon. Normally, I wouldn't post this, but...No there's no excuse at all. No one should ever post this. But I am posting this, so whatever.*
"Eat some prunes," he said. "They'll help you out with your bowel problems." They surely did. That was yesterday, when I had been having fairly consistent constipation troubles. So I ate some prunes as per his advice. But that wasn't enough; he wanted more. I reluctantly ate some more, and without really thinking about it, started munching on them at a fairly rapid pace while I languished around the house. I must have eaten about twenty of those things.
They took care of the constipation problems pretty well. Unfortunately, they turned my anus into a veritable geyser of liquid shit. I have been on and off of the toilet for way too many hours, without a wink of sleep inbetween these horrendous bouts of diarrheal mayhem. Prunes! Prunes!
Each session is worse than the last. By now, toilet paper feels like sandpaper, and my anus is a mangled mess of hamburger meat. The bathroom is like a torture chamber which I am forever doomed to return to. Sleep-deprived, smelly, and damn-near insane, this is my punishment for not respecting the mighty power of the prune, a sun-dried force of nature which must be approached with the utmost caution and reverence.
As the prunified remains of my last meals pour forth from my raw anus, I scream. It has none of the satisfaction of a good dump, and all the charm of being buried under a pile of scorpions.
There is no joy, there is no hope. There is only liquid shit, and it is hell.
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"Eat some prunes," he said. "They'll help you out with your bowel problems." They surely did. That was yesterday, when I had been having fairly consistent constipation troubles. So I ate some prunes as per his advice. But that wasn't enough; he wanted more. I reluctantly ate some more, and without really thinking about it, started munching on them at a fairly rapid pace while I languished around the house. I must have eaten about twenty of those things.
They took care of the constipation problems pretty well. Unfortunately, they turned my anus into a veritable geyser of liquid shit. I have been on and off of the toilet for way too many hours, without a wink of sleep inbetween these horrendous bouts of diarrheal mayhem. Prunes! Prunes!
Each session is worse than the last. By now, toilet paper feels like sandpaper, and my anus is a mangled mess of hamburger meat. The bathroom is like a torture chamber which I am forever doomed to return to. Sleep-deprived, smelly, and damn-near insane, this is my punishment for not respecting the mighty power of the prune, a sun-dried force of nature which must be approached with the utmost caution and reverence.
As the prunified remains of my last meals pour forth from my raw anus, I scream. It has none of the satisfaction of a good dump, and all the charm of being buried under a pile of scorpions.
There is no joy, there is no hope. There is only liquid shit, and it is hell.
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