My ex was a much better piece of cake than he ever was a boyfriend. I honestly was surprised he tasted so good. So there I sat at the table, only a few stray crumbs left on my plate and my belly full and satisfied. I was rid of that pest once and for all. Or... not quite totally "rid" of him. Next day, my tummy began to growl and churn, signaling me that the time was nigh and at last I'd expel that wretch from my body as the dung he'd really always been. So on the potty I sat, anxious to be rid of him. The bastard hurt a litte on the way out, as I expected. But when I was finished, I felt such... Show more