Totem wrote:
This is one of those issues Mrs. Totem and I agreed when we decided to get married that we would never, ever, ever discuss either between ourselves or with others: The state of our bowels. I'm not sure if it's because old folks get to the point where they just don't care what others think or if their lives are so devoid of excitement that going to the bathroom is the highlight of their day that they feel free to share with everybody else the consistency, size, stink, and how good it felt to extrude the log, but we, even on the pain of colonic cancer, will not talk about our poops.
Nothing sets the tone for an evening meal than being told in great detail about old people's craps.
/shudder
Totem
Nothing sets the tone for an evening meal than being told in great detail about old people's craps.
/shudder
Totem
This, from the blushing flower that lays down mustard gas farts at work and brags about it.