Taking a knockout punch. Only ate a ham sandwich in the last 24 hours. It's been reduced to 1 knockout blow turd about the size of a roll o' quarters. Deep odor.
Whenever my friend John goes number two, he sends his friends a descriptive text message. This is a collection of those messages. John is unaware of this blog. He sends these text messages strictly for his own amusement, but I feel they should be shared with the world.
Disclaimer: Post times reflect the moment I receive his messages (Eastern Standard Time) and may not accurately represent the precise times of his dumps.