That's a relief.
A couple of weeks ago, I underwent gastric Banding surgery (wiki it) and since then I've been restricted to a Soup and Coffee diet. For 6 days...nothing was ejected from my arse. Not surprising due to the scarcity of solids in my diet. Then...fecal urgency. A quick trip to the porcelain, and a massive blast of watery detritus. A relief in some ways.

Since then, my diet has varied a little, with the occassional sneaked bar of chocolate or even a nibble of cheese. However, my lower intestine has adjusted now, and has switched to the other extreme. Two nights ago, I delivered a monster of ten days growth. It was only about seven inches long, but the thickness of a juicy cucumber. And solid. Very solid. After a painful 10 minutes squeezing it out on one piece, it somehow wedged itself in the bowl, just above the water. It's still there, resisting the actions of flushing and bleach.

Sniff. I'm proud of my monster turd. I call him Eric, and might use an image of him for a Christmas Card.
( Tepid_Halibut felt like a cold, empty shell of a human...until, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 22:35, 1 reply)

And you made it yourself!
For extra credit...
(pizzaforcat ate some cement and HARDENED the FUCK UP on, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 23:19, closed)