A moment of exhilaration strikes as I anticipate the substantial evacuation I’m about to undertake. Eagerly, I make my way to the toilet, lowering my ample derriere onto the seat, eager for the delightful sensations of dense stool passing through my rectum. However, what emerges is a torrent of thunderous farts, releasing tremendous gas pressure. As I persist in farting and sharting, fragments of feces splatter into the toilet bowl. Though this may not be the full-blown evacuation I had envisaged, I find solace in the current relief. With a grimy toilet as my backdrop, I present to you the aftermath – a medley of excrement ejected from my sizable posterior. As I wipe away any residue, I carry on with my day, eagerly awaiting the impending arrival of a formidable, hefty log.