Poopus Maximus

This poo defies logic. It knows no bounds. It isn’t governed by the same laws of reason as we are. You can’t stop or control it; you can only hope to contain it. And my toilet just barely does. Using an officially sanctioned commode, I don’t think its physically possible to make a straight shit […]

If our shit tasted more like cinnamon, would we eat more shit or less cinnamon? And would my girlfriend finally suck me off after I fucked her in the ass?