Re: 502 downstairs

402, not 502.  Silly Peter.

On Sat, Dec 31, 2022 at 7:24 AM Peter Klein <ptklein@gmail.com> wrote:

Last shit of the year?
I don't know, man. I feel like
I have more in me.

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502 downstairs

Last shit of the year?
I don't know, man. I feel like
I have more in me.

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401 home

He isn't done, folks!
Reminiscent of Maguire
Hitting 70.


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400! Downstairs

To all the doubters,
This proves that I really made
Something of myself.

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399 downstairs

400 is nigh.
Prepare yourself. Gird your loins.
Invest in nose plugs.

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398 downstairs

It's my dad's birthday,
And yet I'm the one who is
Fathering something.

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397 downstairs

It's my half-birthday
But I just made a full shit.
Scratch that - two full shits.

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396 downstairs

Since it's Boxing Day,
I figured I'd unpack my
Overstuffed shitbox.

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395 home

Like Argentina,
This shit should be well known for
Its great Messi-ness.

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394 home

Back on a good pace.
Ending this historic run
With several bangs.

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393 downstairs

In the final stretch!
Speaking of stretch, my asshole
Is a fucking champ.

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392 home

Braised lamb with pasta,
Appetizers, and desserts
All turn into shit.

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391 downstairs

Fancy meal last night.
My body might be confused
And want it out fast.

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390 downstairs

We're getting closer!
Could I end on 400?
That would be awesome.

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389 home

I'll need one a day
To get to 400 shits.
Will I make it? Duh.

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388 home

And there it is folks:
4th time's the charm if you want
Gross, watery shit.

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387 downstairs

My third shit today,
Plus some head and body aches.
Isn't that just grand?

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386 downstairs

This one was normal,
And I'm pleasantly surprised.
No one likes shit juice.

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385 downstairs

Just a couple squirts
But here I go, because I'm
A man of my turd.

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384 kids’ bathroom

Alone in the house
And three toilets to choose from.
I'm sorry, children.

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383 downstairs

Both kids were unwell,
And I'm guessing my stomach
Was a bit jealous.

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382 downstairs

Hey turkey meatloaf,
You look different than before.
But not that different.

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381 home

Unhappy stomachs
Are like unhappy people:
They're both full of shit.

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380 home

I knew from the fart
That this was gonna be gross.
From the very fart.

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379 home

Wife's gone for the night,
Which should be enough time for
The stench to vacate.

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378 kids’ bathroom

I wiped so much that
The toilet paper looked like
The Japanese flag.

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377 downstairs

I was short on time,
But I'm glad I got that out.
It seemed…in a rush.

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376 downstairs

If loose lips sink ships,
What do loose stools do? I know -
They sink my spirits.

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375 home

Sorry, clean toilet.
While your existence was brief,
It was meaningful.

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374 home

Cleaning crew's coming,
And I guess I want their work
To be challenging.

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373 downstairs

I guess it's too much
To have salmon, prime rib, filet, crab,
And more in one meal.

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372 downstairs

My wife's work party
Was great. Plus it gave me a
Morning souvenir.

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371 home

There's the messy shit.
This one was true to form, or
Truly, lack of form.

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370 downstairs

My butt surprised me!
This felt like a messy one
But wiping was quick.

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369 downstairs

The Spicy Butthole
Isn't just a good band name.
It's reality.

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368 downstairs

I know there's more, but
I kinda need to leave now.
Life. Am I right, dudes?

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