shitcessful

When, on the backside of a night of major drinking, you sit down on the commode and use those 8 Coronas to push your wife’s meatloaf through your balloon knot and into the toilet where it should have gone in the first place. All while having the extruded log going from what looks like old petrified, burnt bark to smooth light-brown peanut butter.

Hey Tom, you having a good day? “Man, I’m having a shitcessful day!” Oh really? Did you blow out that struggle plug or something? “Dude, I reset my bowels to Thursday before my wife fed me a meatloaf that looked like a dead cat. I feel like I can take over the world now!!”