Constipation: (n) a condition in which there is difficulty in emptying the bowels
I want to ask those of you who are my friends to keep watch for the “thought police” and the politically correct lawyers as I try to discuss something very human without being critiqued for addressing a vulgar topic.
It is amazing to me what we are willing to talk about, which often is profane and nasty, as opposed to the things we are unwilling to talk about, which are human and common, but we have decided are uncouth.
There isn’t a person reading this who has not farted or had constipation, yet introducing the subject seems to make people uncomfortable. (The issue of human sexuality and masturbation are similar–things we like to do but don’t want to discuss.)
Everybody enjoys a good bowel movement. Matter of fact, I would guess that each and every one of you reading this article has turned a release of your innards into a religious experience by thanking God in some way during the evacuation.
If something so sacred as sitting on the pot is a taboo subject, then where is our race headed?
I have been constipated.
I have been unconstipated.
I can recommend the latter.
And if you don’t blush over your “Number 2,” then with me…you’re “Number 1.”
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