
Originally Posted by
Daniel Danciu
I look forward to something that will be akin to taking a supermassive shit: You put it off for hours, and then when you really need it you run to the bathroom like a madman, undress yourself and sit on the toilet, releasing your excrement at a virulent rate, feeling both euphoria and anguish simultaneously in this moment that feels like eternity, then when it's all over you go "damn, that felt wonderful", only to realize that you have no more toilet paper on the roll, and you need to get up off the seat to take one out from under the sink. The metaphor is deeper than you can imagine, ladies and gentlemen. Just open your brown eye to see it for what it really is.
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