Ew! Yuck!

I remember being a little boy and thinking that my Dad did the most disgusting poos in the world. He would use a toilet and if you were anywhere within a 10 metre radius of the site you would have to evacuate the area. They were foul smelling things, and the stench would linger on the air. Too bad for you if you were trying to eat anything nearby, because your food would be tainted with it, and be permeated by the putrid smells.

Of course, when I was a little boy, none of my poos had that power about them. None of my poos could clear an area. None of my poo stench could last for more than ten minutes. None of my poos could turn white painted walls an off-yellow colour. I was only little, and hence, I only did little poos. Not that doing little poos made me feel bad. I was quite proud of some of them. In fact I even used to leave impressive ones floating in the bowl so that the next person could admire my work.

When puberty hit all sorts of crazy things started happening to my body. Strange things. Disturbing things. Even things that I had to get checked out by the Doc to make sure they were normal. They weren't. But that's okay.

It was around this time that my poos started to increase their charisma. They became much larger. And impressive. I couldn't leave these ones for someone to discover. I was becoming increasingly secretive about things below my belt line. I didn't want someone finding out my secret. Occasionally people would suggest that they had found me out. They would say things like, "It stinks in here!" or "Yuck!, Who has been in here? It's gross!" But I would keep quiet. I alone knew what I was capable of.

These days things keep pretty regular. Occasionally you get an impressive specimen. I had one today. That's what I've been building up to.

I also did some baking this afternoon. I made "scouty oak cookies". They were really tasty.

I'm bidding on a PVC bodysuit on eBay.