One Jagged Son Of A Bitch

I crapped out one jagged mother-trucker this morning. The damned thing wasn't really that big, but - judging by the way in felt - it made up for its lack of girth by shredding my bowels like scatological barbed-wire.
I guess I must've made myself a peanut butter and glass shard sandwich last night while sleepwalking...
Damn.