Muy muy yum yum
I’m drinking a cup of tea while eating a big bowl of Doritos. It’s creating a poop/anti-poop containment system in my bowels. The last leg of my digestive tract is having an existential crisis of a scatological variety. Previous meals try to tip the scales. The ham omlette I had earlier dances around in its new, reduced form. “To poop or not to poop” says Hamlet. “That is the question.” This is a story with no interesting end.