I know what you want. I can see your hungry little eyes glued to my glorious, round ass. I know you're hungry for a big, hot mouthful of my waste. You want to be used as my personal toilet. You would do anything for the honor of drinking down my golden nectar. The thing is, you aren't good enough to eat it right from the source. You think I would let your filthy mouth anywhere near my divine skin?! Think again! Oh, but don't cry, little man. You'll still get to chow down on my waste. You're just going to be eating it out of a cold, porcelain bowl...