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Question about how they poop
- Thread starter HermesMom
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TheWinWizard
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Yes it is. i forget what it's called. Someone help me out. But it is normal.
TheWinWizard
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Any time. Glad to be of assistance.
Susan
Go Ahead, Make My Day!
Of course, the first thing that came to MY mind upon reading the thread title was:
They usually take the sports section in with them, sit on the porcelain throne for about 45 minutes while everyone else has to hold it, and when they finally come out, the combination of what they did and the air freshener they tried to use to cover it up blends so that those poor souls have to either hold it for another half an hour, waiting for the toxic fumes to dissipate or run in, attempting to hold their breath while their eyebrows are curling and then hope to make it out alive, pants still around their ankles as their lungs, screaming for oxygen, hurt almost as much as their eyes which are now swollen with the eyelids fused to the corneas.
They usually take the sports section in with them, sit on the porcelain throne for about 45 minutes while everyone else has to hold it, and when they finally come out, the combination of what they did and the air freshener they tried to use to cover it up blends so that those poor souls have to either hold it for another half an hour, waiting for the toxic fumes to dissipate or run in, attempting to hold their breath while their eyebrows are curling and then hope to make it out alive, pants still around their ankles as their lungs, screaming for oxygen, hurt almost as much as their eyes which are now swollen with the eyelids fused to the corneas.