I often find myself in situations where I have a great deal of stool to pass. Indeed, there are times when the volume is so significant that my toilet servants and fecal connoisseurs are overwhelmed. On one particular day, I relieved myself three times. The first instance was a semi-solid expulsion that served to open the way for the subsequent deluge. The second bout resulted in a substantial quantity of soft stool, while the third time left me little time to reach the toilet, causing a messy splatter all around the bowl. The following day, I awoke to another challenge – a pear-shaped stool, with one side hard and the other delightfully soft. I can see the desire in your eyes, I know you are salivating at the thought of tasting it.