The Feces Fight
My dark-brown tale begins on a rainy day as mud slides down the road in front of our house like well-oiled shit. Four of my friends and I are playing poker in my room, trying to occupy ourselves as we waited out the rain.
I win again! I exclaimed as I raked all of the chips to my side. As I sat there, basking in the glorious spoils of my opponents' demise, a curious sensation hit me. It felt as though a lion with recently-sharpened claws was raging through my bowels.
Could you all excuse me for a moment? I must go defecate, I said. Then, I added, Wish me luck, knowing that, from what I w