Like a rock

Solid. Today is a bright day. Tomorrow too holds promise. Once bleak, my anal future now looks better. My shits are solid. Ate mcshizzles for breakfast. 2 hash browns and a side of solid ass! Last week I ate mostly breakfast. My schedule did not permit for much else. Anal confusion. Late night shits and dawn breaking bergs in the receiving toilet. The toilet has been cleaned professionally, meeting all the standards. Last night ate a lunch box of pork fat and delicious vegetables. The rice tasted so strong, pungent kernels each one destined for rectal glory. The fecal whole is greater than the sum of its parts! Tea and coffee and a complete absence of roids. This is the good life. Ample sleep, exercise and the love of my wife. These are the staples of anal health. Last week's drinking had no effect on my stools, at least none that I am willing to recognize. After the milt, I continued to drink for 2 nights. I drank whiskey and beers, many beers. I was not victim to beer shits. I drank into the late night, through the rain and the darkness. I drank while an old lady asked me about my rectal health. How did she know!? I professed all while surrounded by the lush backdrop of one of the finest parks in the city. I was not victimized by the police, those brutal fucks jealous of my pristine anus. I rode away on my bicycle, the seat moist and firm, my o-ring unaware of itself. Glory.