Tuesday, 8 February 2011

Reaching Fourth

This poo culminates the very essence of my shitting technique (this will be discussed in a later post). When I birthed this monster the feeling was only that of a minor inconsiderable slipping out from me, to the point where I was concerned that an invalid unworthy of being mentioned had fallen through. But no, a minor deity stared back expecting only recognition and worship.

Examining the turd reveals it is somewhat comparable to a horse penis given its aesthetic disposition, although a more fitting metaphor would be to make comparisons towards a king stretching out his hand expecting the lowly peasants to kiss it - reminding them that like us they can never be but can only watch.

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