Once after hernia surgery, I got all bound up from the dope....I mean I didn't poop for almost a week. Man-o-man was I hurting, but because of the repair, I couldn't muster a good grunt'n to dislodge the log jam....
One night, well into my misery, round 3AM, I was slowly trudging back up the stairs from another unsuccessful poop mission in my bathroom....when about half way up I was seized with cramps so bad I coulda popped a child from a birth canal if I had one.....so the only route out was through the read door!
Tho I screamed as if all my toe nails had been yanked out, waking the neighbors a half mile away.....it felt wonderful
Looked like shot putt balls, three of them suckers, and indeed they smelt like a week old too
Anyway.....thinking how Bill thinks the wonders of seafoam, it got me to thinking perhaps a small snip of it with a bran shooter and I might have avoided waking my neighbors that night, ya think Bill?
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