Ne'er a day passed that Anon's bowels did not make a pass of their own.
It's hard to say how he ended up this way, but that man was an adjustment shitter, through and through.
Giddy with laughter, I mocked his announced retreats upon the porcelain throne.
Gastrointestinal synchronization of my own? This can't be...I shit whenever I feel like it!
Except I have not become an adjustment shitter, far from it.
Rather cruelly, my bowels now only move at HOUR NINETEEN, and I will forever associate his distorted pegors with bowel movements, loose, or otherwise.
Send help.
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