The Aftermath of a Diarrheal Deluge
My trusty toilet, a loyal companion for over a decade, traveled to Toronto to continue its dutiful service. I arrived from the Dominican Republic after enduring three days of holding it in, fueled by hearty Haitian meals of rice and peas. The pressure was immense, the burden legendary. After a brief, discreet encounter—off camera—and a firm reminder that a toilet is forever a toilet, I rushed to relieve myself before my shower. Just in time, I unleashed a torrent of diarrhea once again. The grand finale? A playful celebration as my cheeks clapped in triumph.
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