After a fun filled Saturday stuffing myself full of tiny greasy burgers I find myself doubled over from the brewing mess they are making inside of me. As soon as I get home I have to push out as much of the soft, squirty mess as I can. My tummy hurting as I hunch over and push with everything I have to expel the demon doodles I have given myself. Even the immediate trip wasn't enough. By nightfall I am back in the bathroom unleashing more moans and groans as I push and squeeze out every last black fire log I have left in my colon.