I genuinely love dropping smelly deuces. is it normal?
I believe every single one of us gains some sort of pride once we learn to drop a chocolate log in the porcelain bowl of no return. Whenever I wake up, the thought of taking that shameless walk to the toilet to take the Browns to the superbowl makes my morning. The chilly spinecrawling burst you get once you sit on the cold morning toilet seat is orgasmic. And then the prickles that encase your body as your hair stands up. And once the prairy dog peeps his head out of the hole, it's like heaven. The rest is history...And the smellier, the better. I like to take in great whiffs of the moisturized air surrounding my toilet to know that I have once again hatched a steaming deuce. And when someone acknowledges the foul scent I receive a smile of self happiness. It's a treat to me. Is this normal?