Hand Plunge.

Hello again blog. I'm here to confess yet another disgusting decision in my life. I think this one deserves a spot here, at home.

This morning, I blocked the toilet (hehe, no surprise there.) Some of my big brown logs had a collision at the poo highway. I am very sure I sent at least 3 timely flushed tow trucks to do apart the mess, but these two big brown logs just didn't want to be separated. Unfortunately, my blessed eyes aren't the sharpest and missed the plunger which was to my left, and thus made me take this rash decision. I took my left hand and drowned it into the murky water where I felt the most disgusting yet fulfilling gushy but solid brown material. Pulled it away from the other brown log it was stuck to. It felt like I broke a lifelong relationship. I could almost hear Poo-1 say to Poo-2, "Good bye, good bye!~ Parting is such sweet sorrow! I could say good bye 'til the morrow."

After adjusting the two logs linearly, so they were lined up to be sucked into the void, I flushed them straight down to poo hell. I washed thoroughly and clipped my nails so no traces of evidence could be found or smelled of the incident.

If you've made it this far, congratulations, you're disgusting. Just like me. :)

Don't stop smiling.