Excellent! I'll rate it a ten. ^@^ Yaaas. And when I looked down, there
was Miss Recktum, sitting on a log. **** log that is. I paused, frowning .
.. . thinking about her being a squatter in my rectum only moments prior.
(Recktum squatter? Get it?) And now she's doing the dog paddle alongside my
steamy turds. . . . Then, as I reached for the toilet handle, which would
send this Turd Goddess down **** Rapids, she screamed, "Noooo! You can't do
this to me!" A moment later she was swirling around the bowl, dog paddling
into her own private VORTEX TO ****TER HELL! Chuckling, I shut the lid and
pulled up my trousers.

LOL

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In a more universal sense, we only get one thing. You know...a head stone if
we're lucky; if not, green grass.