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I run to my ceramic throne, I feel it coming I groan. I take my seat, Try to **** To no avail, I feel terrible. I push more and more, My face red, my bum sore. One last push,one last try, A deep breath, a loud cry, "Who let the dogs out, woof woof, Out you come, you goof, Something dropped, It worked, Heard a large plop.
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
Constipation
I run to my ceramic throne, I feel it coming I groan. I take my seat, Try to **** To no avail, I feel terrible. I push more and more, My face red, my bum sore. One last push,one last try, A deep breath, a loud cry, "Who let the dogs out, woof woof, Out you come, you goof, Something dropped, It worked, Heard a large plop.
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salmabanu-hatim
72/F/Tanzania
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 5:24 AM UTC
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