DDB etc

 I encountered this song the other day:

Back in 2009, I wrote a book called doo doo Bustin' for One Page Productions, in which I posited the utility of certain terms like doo doo chunks and doo doo brown. I didn't realize that 20 yrs earlier doo doo brown was a popular expression in hip hop. Maybe a quick search will give you some context. Nothing much more to say about it than that. Doo doo brown, it's a phrase, people agree.

historical songcraft

Just got a hot tip about a ~50 y/o song about loos friends. It's a weird one.

we are monitoring the situation closely

My partner and I have been together about 17 years. We've lived together about 12. She knows that I am someone who poops often, I know that she's someone who doesn't poop that often. Normally, I poop once in the morning when we're both around, and beyond that, it's not so consistent when it happens. The knowledge she has of my output is obscured by the various comings and goings we both have.

So for the last month, it's been interesting to see how "ooooooh that's how much you shit" has become clear to her on a digestible level. Living in a one bathroom apartment in particular, it's very obvious to her what the score is. Nice to know that there are parts of ourselves still be revealed.

huge if true

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I'm very into the idea that everyone's butthole looks different and is like a thumbprint... but as to why a toilet would only flush for one person and not another seems like a terrible design flaw.

tap tap tap

The feeling when I walk into the men's room on the 3rd fl of the office building where I work, and three of the four stalls are taken, and I'm taking the fourth one to do a dump:

I feel like I'm a bassoonist and the conductor has just walked to the podium, looked over the players, and gone tap tap tap with the baton. And now it's time to get to work. It's time to dump all together, as dumping unit.

I feel strong, I feel supported. Solidarity in dumping. Strike up the dang band & let's dump.

unlike my colleague

Recently, we featured a guest post from one Poopy Longstocking that referenced the frequency of Poopy's shits being often once every four or five days.

Friends, it's not uncommon that I shit four, or even five, times in one day. It's like t compared to 1/t.I think that's what it's like?

Anyway, I'm in a period right now with a lot of loose and frequent stool. It's not the best. These shits are gassy and loud. The turds they produce consistently float, which is not always a feature of my shits. And instead of the character that frequent shits often have where they're mostly water and easy to clean, these ones leave a rather paint like shit remnant on my butt. It's not ideal.

I voice this frustration to you dear readers to attempt to exorcise it.

revenge of swamp ass

I think as of this morning I'm past it, but a lot of this past week has been a time of swamp ass aka cavern ass aka the unwipe-able shits. I've spoken of this before on here, but it really gets me down.

When you're in this mode, the mechanics of your butt work themselves out such that the normal effort you do of wiping yourself just won't cut it, and you need a whole extra effort to clean your butthole. And even when you've gotten to a supposed point of cleanliness, you still retain some suspicion that your butthole is still filthy and your slowly soiling yourself.

You marvel, how are there so many little dirty, shit-filled pockets now that never existed before?

Wiping your butt in a public bathroom, you think you sound like someone going to an intense and extreme place.

Sitting in the middle of other non-shitting parts of your life, you think, do I smell like shit?

It's not a good zone to be in, not good at all.