I’ve said it on here before, and I’ll say it again: all both of the times in the past decade-ish that I’ve been naked to bed, I shot diarrhea across the bed. I’m not taking that risk anymore.
They weren’t even untrustworthy farts. Both times, it was suddenly waking to the realization that I’m about to have diarrhea. Remembering that I’ve left no buffers for mistakes, I overexerted myself while trying to get out of bed. Thus begins the poo stew stream of shame.
I’ve said it on here before, and I’ll say it again: all both of the times in the past decade-ish that I’ve been naked to bed, I shot diarrhea across the bed. I’m not taking that risk anymore.
Your nick notwithstanding, never trust the fart.
They weren’t even untrustworthy farts. Both times, it was suddenly waking to the realization that I’m about to have diarrhea. Remembering that I’ve left no buffers for mistakes, I overexerted myself while trying to get out of bed. Thus begins the poo stew stream of shame.