Bran Muffins
She made bran muffins
a whole tray
they looked delicious.
Wouldn’t let us have even one.
She ate the whole tray herself.
Then
later
as expected
she was struggling
in the hall bath
just her
a plunger
and her shame
as she attempted
to force down
what those bran muffins
forced out.
We stood in the hallway
and laughed
Barry and I
as she raged
against a mountain of shit.
Served her right.
You are the new Bukowski.
Double espresso and an unfiltered Lucky Strike does the same for me. Or did, since I no longer smoke.
I still have moments when I look back or down and think, “There’s GOT to be more in there…”
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Eh….fiber is over rated.
All I need is the hotcakes and sausage from McDonalds and I’m shitting out stuff I ate 3 years earlier.
Good too clean out the pipes now and then.
Wow. Shit poetry. Again….wow.
“Against a mountain of shit.”
I can relate.
…chick had a shitty attitude…
Next time I suggest a DOMA enema.
My wife clogs up the damned toilet with her monster bran shits too. Last time the whole fucking shit load came up the fucking drain pipe, still in the shape of the fucking drain pipe. I had a fucking shit tube in my toilet that wouldn’t be dominated except by a wooden spoon and some elbow grease. That spoon went immediately to the land fill.
Fuck that’s gross.
PS… How do you get your wife to plunge her own shit? I’m a sucka.
Kashi tends to have that ass explosion issue too.
I am laughing so hard at scaredformmykids whose wide makes him plunge her shit out of the toilet, OMG, I would never ask my partner to do that. I’d be too embarressed.