Good news, turns out not only was I wrong about my shit being a telltale sign that I have the pestilence du jour, but that shit wasn’t actually fresh.
I forgot to immediately take a picture and ambled off to do whatever it is I do in that post-shitting, euphoria induced state we all get in after a monstrous crap. Luckily, I also remembered not to flush so my daily loaf was still there for the filming when I came back to my senses a couple hours later.
That meant it had time to marinate, stew in its juices and do whatever turds do when they sit unflushed in a toilet for half a day. It also means I probably don’t have the swine flu.
Thank the good lord allah almighty, my crap’s back to normal. But, if you’re a professional or amateur shitologist and can see something in the pic that’s amiss, feel free to contact me and tell me what I have.
Besides a fatal case of awesomeness and a touch of the hugecockitis, that is. I already have medical bracelets to warn others about those conditions.
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