whimpy ploppah

Picture this...

You’ve been desperate for a shit all day, there’s cramps in your tummy, a light sweat covering your brow and a turtle head poking out from you rectum. You run home to the safety of your own toilet where you know it’s safe to explode.

But then, only a tiny grumble nut comes out (the size of a half eaten malteaser) leaving you very disappointed.

Alex, I was desperate for a shit all day mate! But only a little whimpy ploppah came out. What a phat L.