dropped a load of epic proportions. Peanuts, caramel, a crunchy nougat. Everything you’d want in a finely crafted turd.
Why am I telling you this? Why am I explaining the inner most workings of my guts, as my sphincter gracefully extruded a shimmering chocolate treat worthy of any porcelain?

Og. Yep, even though he’s probably tied up, and simmering in an over sized iron pot, complete with gleeful natives dancing around his doomed carcase, he want the scoop on his page.

Hell, I’m simply glad I could deliver for the man, so to speak.