So Much Hype...

The visit to Pancho's buffet didn't quite have the results that I anticipated. I've been a bit backed-up lately, and I figured that some Mexican food would be just the thing to un-cork my bowels, but it didn't really have any discernible effect on my toilet habits.
I'm pretty much back to 'regularity', but the Mexican buffet failed to leave its mark (on the back of the toilet bowl).

Pancho's Poo

I'm leaving in a few minutes to go to a local Pancho's Mexican Buffet for lunch. This should be fun.
I'll try and post the sure-to-be-messy results later this weekend.

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.

The Return Of The Return Of The Master Blaster

This morning's dump was a classic "Master Blaster". Pushing...pushing...and then - POW! - I pop a hot, smelly dook out. The stench was an 8 1/2 on a scale of 1 to 10. There was a slight burning sensation afterwards, and I think that it had something to do with the hot sauce that I'd put on my taquitos the night before.