At around... six or seven..it also could have been five. I was Fbook chatting with Brother Moumin, then all of the sudden a pressure in my gut hit me like when I was punched in the face for sleeping someones girlfriend, except it wasn't a punch in my face it was a punch in my shit maker.
Brothers I will not spare you any information. I ran to the toilet pulled down my pants and out my ass exploded a volcano.
OHH oh brothers how I regret eating green chili salsa. Brothers! I Regret! I regret eating chorizo sausages today! I am in pain my brothers. My anus is crying! She hates me for adding Siracha to my eggs in the morning.
After that fifth movement of spicy fecal magma, followed three more movements of liquid fire!
Bringing my shit tally for the day to eight.
I sure as shit(That's a fucking pun! Laugh!) hope that I don't have to dump as much on my trip...though something tells me I'm going to.