WHILE I WAS TAKING A CRAP

There's a piece of crap that has been making its way towards the light of the day for the last 2 days. I believe it got kind of lost, because it's still moving around.

So, you piece of crap, why don't you just stop and rest and let the law of gravity take you to the end. I'll make sure you end up down the creek -ot wherever the hell my toilet drains to.

I help a friend move all his crap from his apartment on the second floor, to the one right above him on the third floor. Of the things we moved were a sofa, a big-O-TV, bed, 4 tables of different sizes and weight, few chairs, a very light trash can, and a HUGE fish tank full of rocks and shit were he has a 12-year old fucking turtle! Dude, there's been months -if not years- since I lifted such a heavy item.

Of course, after 2 hours I got hungry and we went to the local supermarket for lunch where I got a pre-set plate of chicken, tuna and green beans. It made me fart, and fart and fart like if I was rotten inside.

Few minutes ago, for dinner, I had two cans of "Traditional Southern Pork 'n Beans" and two slices of bread.

I can't imagine the crap that is looming in the horizon. . . But don't worry, I'll keep you post it.

I clog the toilet earlier today. Oh man what a crap I took! That thing was big if you know what I'm saying, I mean, after giving birth to that thing, I felt light, like a feather.

I didn't use much paper to wipe my ass, nevertheless I clogged the toilet. It took me a good three times to get rid of everything.

The funny thing is that last night I didn't have dinner. . . just a glass of warm milk. Strange.

Last night I had a dinner that I know is going to show up in this blog. I cooked some ground beef with onions and garlic; added some red pepper and a can of chickpea. I then putted in low and let it cook for about an hour. . .

I cooked some kick ass rice and served on a plate, a big fucking plate. For dessert I had a Coke.

Man, I bet you that thing is going to be like a Tsunami whenever that shit -yes, that shit- knocks my back door in order to go out.

I'll let ya'll know.

What a crap! Oh, hell what a crap! I have to watch what I eat, I'm affraid one day I'm going to end up shitting my entrails.

Now, what was that? Maybe the Church Chicken Parmesan that I had last night in Ruby Tuesday's? Or maybe part of those power bars that I had when I went skiing?

Oh shit, what a crap! The second of the year but what a crap!