I think everyone like shit, by itself it is always constipated bloated and unhappy.
And not just for the supposed stimulus organic sphincter: shit means getting rid of a burden.
Son so much what we have and we can not shake that shit puts in a better world with peace, straightens the day. So praise be
the shit that comes out from the net ass like it was oiled and slipped out with his natural speed.
Thanks be to bottling, in his soft, liquid consistency.
smile with shit spray, and artistically we painted the walls of the process as only the best Pollock could do.
And we are lenient with the crap that fails in the middle, one that will break the most beautiful, sooner or later will conquer shyness and also let us down.
This post is dedicated to coprophagous and coprophilia that every time I write the mail.
I do not have the habit of put your hands in the poop nor taste it, but I feel a distinct satisfaction in defecating.
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