One More Thought

Is there a worse feeling than being utterly exhausted, just wanting to pass out in bed, and yet having to deal with a massive digestive explosion? Maybe being horny and having to deal with a massive disgestive explosion? I don't know. I've seriously considered crapping my bed before I finally draggeed myself over to the porcelain throne, but never risking a doody fuck. So I guess the latter is worse.

Wow, this must be the grossest thing I ever wrote. I need sleep.