Mixing the doctor’s tincture with whisky
M_ drank down the mixture with a
swift gulp. Almost immediately she felt
the pressure inside her pushing in all
directions. There was the toilet with a
cool polished sheen on its ivory porcelain
beckoning her **** to rest in its divide;
a cool lake of rippling H20 waiting to
welcome her turds as if they were saintly
deities dropped and floating on the dark
holy waters. This would be the best ****  
ever. Tossing the yellow kimono aside
legs astride the bowl spread wide; the
shadows fall over the funnel recess to
the ocean below via mechanical plunger.