Last night I grabbed some enchiladas from Los Tacos! Ho hum!!!! The moon had just past the oak tree in the window as I was forced to rush to my haven of release. It was sheer and utter chaos as my bowels let out a symphony of despair that only the neighborhood poodles and susperia had the audiogenic endowments to decipher. My balls were baked blue by the proximity of the rapid succession squirts of fury that set the tidy bowl man reeling in terror. Only after 12 minutes of siren blasts from the gastrointestinal bowery of brown where all cries for help drown, was I able to regain my bearings, put my trousers up, and escape out of that porcelain punjabi prison a man who looked death in the eye... and won.