Something dire happened, the rumblies came back, with a vengeance.
I'll just dive straight in and stick on the picture.
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| Bit blurry, but it's probably for the best. |
Shotgun shells have a neater blast radius than this, i made quite detailed notes about the turd in question.
It was painful, as i'm sure most shotgun exit wounds are, but relieving at the same time, the rumblies were almost getting the best of me, running to the toilet was a wise move. It burnt, only adding to the agony, at first it was just a painful piece of plugged fire that squirted out, making a mess, but i waited it out, and soon enough, another bombardment of nuggets hit the deck, plenty of splash came from these bad boys, which was almost welcomed after the initial burn of the explosion, but splashback is never good. Ever.
I sat there for a good 15 to 20 minutes, getting to know the insides of my trousers, examining the seams and finding out why my trousers are so uncomfortable when i'm sat down.
Wiping, not easy, lots of moisture, and what can only be compared to vinaigrette. Not purdy. The smell wasn't too satisfactory either, it was full on, but not quite gagging.
Bristol stool rating; 5-6, not really the greatest.
Personal rating: 4, very long winded, and painful.
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