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Now that’s a real shitpost!
Ah a French Press kinda guy
I got a doodoo in my butt and I don’t know what to do
The game is to time lighting your first cigarette with your coffee so you can get a few drags out before the morning bathroom run.
Imagine being a
(sorry needed a quick crack break)
Imagine being a slave to nicotine
I often think of that lyric “as the coffee commands the torture of my bowels…”
Can’t remember the artist presently, but it’s a lovely song, strangely.
edit it’s shearwater - ambiguity
As an IBS sufferer, I know that poop is going to make an appearance, but I love my morning coffee, and that poop gets to be on my terms.