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Louis shits again

Here I am. Sitting in my favourite toilet in my university, in my favourite cubicle, wondering what i ate in the past 2-3 days. Wondering whether I had enough fibre, because the last 20 or so times i shat, i wiped blood. The last time I shat (i don't believe shat is an actual word), I thought I had a wet crap, but it was actually my blood and it was comparable to a proper nose bleed.

Here i am, sitting, a little scared of whether my ass would bleed again. Is it cancerous? Am i going to get some weird growth in my ass because I don't eat proper meals?

Right now, i'm wearing a jacket, and pants with no shirt. I look like a little eskimo boy with pants down on the ground and a laptop...well...on my lap.

Here goes nothing (heh heh not really nothing)..

ho boy. This is so going to bleed. It feels as if i'm getting fucked inside out by horse with a sandpaper condom. Does it hurt? What do you think fucking einstein.

I had a banana today. I'm going to have three more.

How was your day? Email it to me fcukfest@hotmail.com, i'm sure it beats the hell out of shitting spiked golf balls.

On a lighter note, I have grown accustomed to this particular toilet, maybe even attached. It doesn't smell, it's always empty, it's always clean and my cubicle (note, i call it MY cubicle) always has a clean seat, and loads of tissue paper to welcome my bleeding ass. I should take pictures of my toilet.

****Added note later****

That shit was not worth my ass bleeding. What the hell. I'm sure you don't want to know this, but you clicked on it in the first place, but i shat no more than 2 golf balls. I should've kept my ass shut for the next 2 days.