Irritable bowel syndrome i.e. the former excretory bout I address the above (polite way to phrase diarrhea) and avoid moon efficient cheekiness, yours truly doth buttress, a literal warranted pain in ***, diametrically up poses, and disinvites loving caress, nevertheless yours truly experienced gastrointestinal distress
countless times experienced ****** duress, when anticipatory anxiety triggered excess indomitable heavenly gorgeous fortress mandating visits to the porcelain goddess else.. heavily soiled underwear necessitating by George thoroughly good scouring utilizing heavy duty gloves nsync accessing generations old washboard and handpress.
Nowadays more often than not, I suffer incapacity to whoop and holler at healthy excretory system (of the down), but troop hunkered over (think Hunchback of Notre Dame) at ground zero smack dab dagnabbit, where birds of prey swoop
doubled over in agonizing pain believe me you, this fickle fella experiences excruciating difficulty to **** mein life passes before third eye blind and joie de vivre to exclaim L'Chaim takes kamikaze nosedive and ability to savor existence significantly doth droop.
Nevertheless alleviation when at long last affright dying upon commode, when colorectal **** orifice obstruction airtight cursing posterior dire straits regarding (you bet your bottom dollar) occasions behind stricken with blight worse fate than losing cocked cat fight malfunctioning ****** scenario analogous
loosing life versus death dogfight plummeting at warp speed within psychedelic atmospheric Earthlight recognizing demise (mine) on par jeopardizing ability, cuz jammed alimentary canal disallows lightening payload Humpty dump (Thoreau Lee walled din) and doomed as endangered bumblebee's flight and snuffed out as quaint sputtering gaslight era when commercial gas became available in
early 19th century in Europe and America... see - https://www.thespruce.com/ the-gaslight-era-2175011 to glean at least one more highlight though gaining such spruced insight contributes no more or less than jacklight neither rhyme nor reason why wily prevaricating good knight informs ye to understand might
of Matthew Scott Harris this night (April 27, 2020) no longer fraught regarding his sorely overtaxed sphincter he heromin vouchsafed and wooly vowed to accept unconditional surrender of body dysmorphia (mine) plight resolved swallowing bleach (a purgative he trumpets) to eternally lived in peace quite.
Time and again liquified human waste i.e. loose stools (mine) flushing bowels unchased down toilet shunted off to treatment plant thick sludge consistency of (crust) toothpaste repurposed for commercial and individual use posthaste,
especially every resident of Lake Woebegone Poker Flat outcaste, who as token scapegoats (no kidding) suffer tsoris bullies unrelenting lambaste harbor loathing, albeit strong distaste towards those persons deemed undeserving comprise untouchable caste.