How to Enjoy the Deuce Diaries

Like a bad CSI episode, this blog will keep you guessing until the last minute. I will bring to you the past, present, and future of my bathroom emergencies. I encourage you to post your own stories, express your sympathies, or make suggestions to make my life better under the comments after any blog that moves you. If you are looking for the sheer entertainment of the truthful near-deuce (in pants) encounters, then read the "Deuce-aster stories." If you are looking to play the guess what's triggering the irritable bowel syndrome home game, read the "Daily Diet and Deuce Effects" posts which are labeled by date. In these posts, I will describe what I ate and what level of stress or nervousness I was dealing with. But like searching through a big dump after eating a few Chipotle burritos, you will find some kernels of goodness in these posts. This is because my life is a constant adventure. My stomach is like Mount Vesuvius, ready to explode at any moment and bring hell upon any day. Therefore, you just might find another entertaining story about the runs. And you may be Sherlock Holmes and find the way to stop this menace!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Call to arms

I have reached the point in my life where my creativity well has run dry. The Dannon Activia has plugged up the anus in a way I never thought possible. Since my last post I have ventured to the magical land of Japan where the public restrooms are so spotless you almost feel comfortable accepting their offered spray of water to cleanse the dirty blowhole. I have felt the ill-effects of traveling without the Activia and having to drop the post-alcohol binge deuce in a lockless bar bathroom with piss and barf remnants on the floor where the pants would hit in a natural deuce position only to discover there are 6 inches of toilet paper. Beyond that, my life has be relatively devoid of inspiration for the greatest diary ever me at least.

So I employ the loyal deuce followers to share your stories. There have been several comments posted claiming "I have so many stories to share" etc. I know there are millions of you out there who out of necessity have crapped outside, in your pants, on your significant other etc. Activia is sold by the millions and even Jamie Lee Curtis is on tv telling us how she can't shit normally. So I ask you, no I beg you, to share your embarrassing story with the deuce diaries. Leave it as a comment, and I will move it to the big lights of a main post.

Us random deuce droppers must unite. We must fight our independence. Not from tyranny or persecution. But fight for our right to deuce. To band together as one group who declares in one voice that we will not be ashamed of crapping where one ought not crap. We will not go up four stories in our building to avoid being heard dumping by our co-workers. We will not flinch when the door accidentally flies open to reveal us in our deucy vulnerability. We are going to deuce on!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, I just wanted to say, that your great for what you do, and how you do it! Your really great, and when am feeling down, I read one of your blogs and am cheered up again. You must get "crap" like this all the time, but I just wanted to give my feedback. Deuce droppers forever!