9/16/2004
The internet is TRULY a great place...
Before the internet, there was no place for an anally fixated person, such as myself, to mingle with other anals.
You can't imagine what the beginning of college was like for a person like me.
Dormitory bathrooms, 100 girls, 10 potties, no secrets.
I would set my alarm to wake me up at 2AM just so I could go #2 after everybody had fallen asleep...I'm completely serious. I would go to other floors or buildings, just so those who live in close proximity to me wouldn't hear my ass symphony. After all, my friends would say, "hot girls don't ride bicycles, and hot girls don't take shits....its a fact of life."
I guess I just wanted to be a hot girl.
But the internet lets me know that other people are PROUD of their leavings (perhaps I should be so bold)...I particularly enjoyed this little episode:
I managed to make it inside and get the door closed. In my exuberance I dropped trou and downloaded like the Internet would be gone tomorrow. The accompanying sound was truly awesome. I felt like Ah Peku and Coyopa, the Mayan gods of thunder, had been reincarnated in my ass and were unleashing their long-suppressed revenge right then and there. When I looked down, it seemed that maybe Ah Mun, the god of corn, might have paid his respects as well.
The internet: bringing together professional and closet shitters in a public forum.
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You can't imagine what the beginning of college was like for a person like me.
Dormitory bathrooms, 100 girls, 10 potties, no secrets.
I would set my alarm to wake me up at 2AM just so I could go #2 after everybody had fallen asleep...I'm completely serious. I would go to other floors or buildings, just so those who live in close proximity to me wouldn't hear my ass symphony. After all, my friends would say, "hot girls don't ride bicycles, and hot girls don't take shits....its a fact of life."
I guess I just wanted to be a hot girl.
But the internet lets me know that other people are PROUD of their leavings (perhaps I should be so bold)...I particularly enjoyed this little episode:
I managed to make it inside and get the door closed. In my exuberance I dropped trou and downloaded like the Internet would be gone tomorrow. The accompanying sound was truly awesome. I felt like Ah Peku and Coyopa, the Mayan gods of thunder, had been reincarnated in my ass and were unleashing their long-suppressed revenge right then and there. When I looked down, it seemed that maybe Ah Mun, the god of corn, might have paid his respects as well.
The internet: bringing together professional and closet shitters in a public forum.
