I need to take a large dump. I'll let you know how it all went.
Ok. I'm back. If I had to describe the experience as a book title it would be "A Clash of Kings" though the content of the stool itself would be more akin to "A Feast for Crows".
I have not had a BM (Bowel Movement) since the one I posted about last. If I had to describe it in the title of a book it would be the one George R. R. Martin isn't fucking writing because he's a fat piece of shit