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Becky

Weird bowel troubles and response to Mr J in the Wheelchair

I need to go to a doctor. I’m nauseous a lot, and no, not pregnant. I
didn’t have this today, but I often have very soft poop in the morning,
almost like diarrhea, and feel like I need to go again but can’t. I also
fart A LOT at night. I have no idea what’s going on with me! Probably
IBS, but it just feels different.

I pooped twice this morning, and a lot both times. Long, skinny log
first, then a bunch of shorter ones the second time. First time I felt
good in the morning in at least 2 weeks! But then I felt nauseous at work
anyway. What gives?

Response to Mr J in the Wheelchair?
“I would love for able bodied people to describe the sensation to me of
needing a poop. Do you feel it in your stomach first and then later in
the rectum? I hear some people hold the urge for a long time. Does this
mean you can feel it in the rectum? What does a fart feel like compared
to a poop? Do you know beforehand if it’s going to be a long turd or not?
I have lots of curious questions :)”

Not in the stomach unless I have diarrhea. In that case, I usually feel
that the night before. I guess it’s a full feeling in the rectum, I’m not
sure how to describe it. It’s very uncomfortable to hold it, and that can
hurt the stomach (actually think it’s not hurting your stomach, your
intestines, but everyone says stomach). It can be very awkward to hold in
poop around others because your mind is occupied a bit. And yes, you feel
it in the rectum. It doesn’t exactly hurt like needing to pee, though.
The feeling of having to go often goes away after a couple of hours and
can leave you feeling bloated (HATE this feeling). A fart is usually very
relieving, the need to fart feels kind of similar. I usually can’t tell
if it’s going to be long, but I can tell if it’s a lot.

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Thunder

Amber the Masseuse

I have regular massages and I would love to be able to fart…My masseuse
comes from Asia and her English is limited and I am hard of hearing….we
do not talk much and I have been seeing her almost weekly for about a
year.
She is very, very good. Some of the pushing and pulling moves gas in my
colon and if I could release it then that would be so much better.
I doubt if that would be acceptable.
Thunder

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Caught in the act

Hey,

So this happened to me back in high school. I was at my friend’s house
after school on a Friday i think it was, it would have to be because my
parents were strict Sunday-Thursday being school nights. Anyways we were
just chilling watching MTV. Her older brother walked in the door he was
only two years older than us but man I had the biggest crush on him back
in the day. A little while later my stomach started to cramp up so I said
to Heather nature calls be right back. I didn’t see Jack around so I
figured he was out in the garage working on his car. I went in the
bathroom grabbed a magazine from the rack, pulled my jeans and thong down
sat on the toilet. I was just sat there reading doing my thing didn’t pay
attention that the door was opening, my turd was ready to drop when I
looked up and here was Jack. I was semi frozen tried to cover myself up
and clench my butt cheeks together but it was too late, the turd dropped
straight into the water and he heard it. He apologized and closed the
door. I finished up and went back downstairs told Heather I wasn’t
feeling well all of a sudden and walked home.
Later that night or early the next morning one or the other she called me
to check in and I told her what happened. She said that’s hilarious, he
never said anything to me but now it makes sense why he left in a bit of
a hurry before you came out of the bathroom. Two days later I seen him in
school it was awkward the first day but after that we just laughed about
it. And that’s how I got my baby daddy we’re engaged but in no rush to
walk down the aisle, we probably will in a couple years when Henry is a
little older.

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Thunder

To Iris

Iris, how did you get on at the music festival? Hope you got some
enjoyable and pleasurable relief, I have been to many music festivals but
do not go now, getting too old. I had no trouble at all with going number
one and two and really enjoyed it. I love to sit there. Just let it come
out of me. I sit there and take my time.
One music festival I went to annually you did your business in wheels
bins Like you would have at home for the garbage the toilets were up in
the stage fashion so the bins could fit under the actual can you sat on
with the bin under you . When you went to the toilet as you went up the
stairs onto the stage you’re on public display, I thought it was very
funny. In the actual toilet cubicle there was a drum of sawdust which is
shovelled into the toilet after you had evacuated . When the wheely bin
fills up sufficiently guys and girls come and take them away and replace
them with another bin. Those bins are emptied out and they make good
fertiliser. I would’ve loved to have some of that fertiliser, imagine
what was in it.
There was a movie on Australian TV which has made on an extremely low
cost budget so much say the writer had to act and his own father played
part of his father. The movie was called Kenny. It was about a man who
was employed empty portaloo etc and taking away the waste. A little after
that movie was released. I went to music festival when the fellas came
with their tanks to empty the toilets that were given heroes welcome. You
got Elvis Presley was there. Such as such is Australian toilet humour.
Let’s know how you got on.
Thunder

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STEPHEN.P

POOPING IN CAMPER

Slept in camper last night ,alarm woke me at 06:00 am .Had a wee in the
pottie then went into house kitchen ,put on kettle for tea ,had two
satchets of LAXAIDO in a pint glass while kettle was boiling then poured
water onto tea bags in mugs ,put a bag of washing ,soap powder and money
into van. went back to kitchen put the mugs of tea and my G Y M bag into
van then sat quietly sipping ,when done went to shed had a wee then set
off in camper.
As I was driving through the next village diversion I needed to go a
toilet so I pulled into a side road ran to the side door put the washing
into the passenger seat G Y M bag onto bed then climbed in .I sat on the
portta pottie pulled the toiletstool over and started having a bowel
movement then a wee then another bowel movement ,after five minutes I was
done ,reached forward tore off three sheets of toilet paper fron holder
on door and wiped then another three the two.
I stood up and pulled up my pants and jogging bottoms suddenly I neede
another poop so sat back down ,farted then pooped again I pulled the
slide so it would fall into lower tank as I wee the bowl contents fell
into lower tank I sat for a few minutes then wiped again and dressed.
I got back into drivers seat and carried on to the laundry put clothes
into m/c powder money then went back to van .the bowl of the pottie was
soiled so I CLEANED WITH THE BRUSH AND A BOTTLE OF WATER .I went back to
laundry collected washing then continued my journey to the G Y M
I arrived home half hour ago and have just emptied the pottie ,it was
very heavy an awful lot of poop in comparison to wee!! the pottie I put
two table spoons of soap powder and two litres of water from the water
butt and wiped down the seat and outer surfaces.

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Thunder

To Iris

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Annie

HUGE soft poop almost 2 hours after breakfast

Got up this morning about 8:15, went to the washroom (peed), brushed my
teeth and went upstairs for breakfast. Had a homemade soup with green
leaky vegetables, pork I think, light brown balls (don’t know what they
are) and grains of rice in the soup. My caregiver told me to drink most
of the soup first (pick up the bowl, tip it to my mouth and drink it)
then take small amounts of food on the spoon. It took a while to eat but
I finished it and took my medications afterwards. Stomach was very full.

A few minutes ago I got the urge to poop and I could tell it was major.
Grabbed my Walmart bag, took my bedroom flip flops off, opened the door,
stepped outside my room, put those flip flops on, turned off the light,
closed the door and walked to the washroom. Turned on the light, closed
the door, walked to the toilet, pulled my pants and underwear down and
sat on the toilet. Peed first then pushed out a big soft poop. It was a
lot. Finally the last of it came out and I reached into the Walmart bag
for the toilet paper. Pushed back my sleeves first, grabbed the toilet
paper, put the Walmart bag on the floor and took some toilet paper. My
caregiver gave me a full roll the other day. Took the toilet paper in one
hand, put the toilet paper roll into the Walmart bag, put the Walmart bag
on the floor and got to work wiping. Wiped my vagina first then leaned
forward slightly and started wiping my butt. It was really slippery and
messy. Yuck. Wiped until the toilet paper came back clean. Lifted myself
slightly off the toilet, put the toilet paper into the toilet and stood
up. Pulled my beige high cut underwear and black sweatpants up, turned
and looked in the toilet.

Wow! There was a really long, somewhat thick soft poop in the toilet. I
don’t know how many feet long it was but it took up quite a bit of the
toilet bowl. Phew. No wonder I have felt so uncomfortable. I’m not 100%
empty yet but that was a hell of a crap! Flushed the toilet and it went
down fine. Flushed again to be sure. Yup. Washed my hands, picked up the
Walmart bag, opened the door, turned off the light and left the washroom.
A good crap so hopefully after lunch I can go again. Went into my room
after taking the flip flops off outside my room and turned on the light
first. Put on the flip flops in here, dried my hands on the towels in
here and now writing this. That was much needed. I hope everyone is
staying safe, healthy and happy.

Happy pooping!

Annie

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Sunday, September 8, 2024

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Tricky

A Late Night Restaurant Stop

It was 2012. I was driving down a highway heading home from a job
assignment. It was about 9 pm. I hadn’t eaten dinner yet and I was
seeking a cooked high-protein meal that wasn’t fast food. I found a local
restaurant to the area a hundred miles from my home and stopped there.
They weren’t scheduled to close until 10 pm, so everything was still
operational and I wasn’t knowingly inconveniencing any employees at the
very last minute. Perfect.

A cute early 20-something waitress took my order, smiling at me. She was
a red head with blue eyes. She asked me where my parents were at and I
told her I was alone. She asked me what I was doing out so late. I
mentioned to her I was on the way home from work, and then ordered an
alcoholic drink. She thought I was a teenage kid and expressed surprise
upon discovery that I was older than her, saying, “I’d have never
guessed!” . I ordered my food as well, then went to the restroom to pee
and wash my hands.

The Mens’ room was a very cramped two urinal one-stall affair. The first
thing I saw when I walked in was someone siting in the stall. It was a
handicapped stall with the toilet in the very back of the stall far from
the door and mounted on the left wall, its user clearly visible on the
can from the side through a massive gap between the stall and the door of
about 3-inches that was less than 5 feet from the entrance where I stood
at the doorway. Seated looked to be a brown-haired boy of about 17 with
shaggy hair, hunched over uncomfortably and staring forward, blue jeans
and boxers all the way down to his ankles, and his hands holding his
black shirt to cover his frontal area. I looked away out of instinct and
respect for his privacy and immediately headed to the first of two open
partitionless urinals, the sink located behind and 90 degrees to where I
now stood peeing, mirror facing the stall.

Not 5 seconds after starting my torrent of piss(I probably drank a gallon
of water in the afternoon to reverse my dehydration and this was one
strong piss of many), someone walked in and stood at the urinal next to
me, a man in his 50s. He casually stated in a volume that could be heard
anywhere in the Mens’ room,

“Andrew, how long are you gonna’ be?”

The voice from the stall awkwardly responded, “I don’t know, maybe 10
minutes? I’m not feeling good.”

From the stall, just after that comment, I heard explosive farting and
the sound of diarrhea.

*BRA-A-A-A-A-a-a-a-a-a-P-T* *plup-plup-plop-plut-plop-plop-plop-blupt*

“We’ll be in the car when you’re done.”

“Okay.”

I let out a fart of my own.

*RORT-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*

Both of us stood there urinating as I focused directly ahead and downward
of me, and hoping the guy standing shoulder to shoulder with me did the
same. It was an embarrassing place to be peeing for sure, but I was tired
and let that fart slip out on purpose simply out of apathy and the fact
that pressure in my lower GI tract had been building all day. I just
heard worse coming from that stall, after all, and was done making myself
uncomfortable for the day since I was already tired and hungry. My urinal
neighbor did a good job pretending he didn’t hear that.

The middle aged man at the adjacent urinal finished before me, and after
I zipped up and flushed my pee, the stall user was clearly visible
through the mirror as I waited for the older man(presumably his father or
uncle or something) to wash his hands at the sink. The gap in the stall
was large enough that not much was left to the imagination so to speak,
and I wasn’t even trying to look. The user of the stall was faced
forward, pretending that no one could see him, slightly hunched, pushing.
I looked down at the sink while I washed my hands, finding the setup very
awkward.

I returned to the table where I sat. I didn’t note when the stall
occupant left the restroom or pay attention to what went on in that area,
as I was seated far from it, and never saw that boy again. Here I spent
the next 45 minutes gorging myself on 2 entrees, an appetizer, and a
dessert. I was hungry because I had been on my feet working all day.

I was cognizant of the fact that I also didn’t poop all day because I got
dehydrated at one point in the morning, there were no public toilets or
porto-potties anywhere near the job site(you had to drive 20 miles out
somewhere, or go in the desert which was okay for peeing but which made
pooping problematic due to no coverage or privacy). I was hoping this
meal would get things moving again.

The same waitress came back with my bill around 10 pm when I was the last
of maybe 2 customers still present. I paid it, left her a generous tip,
and as I stood up, I immediately felt cramped in my lower GI tract,
without warning. I knew a meal would loosen things up, but usually not
that suddenly, and I thought I could make it to a gas station down the
road perhaps 15-30 minutes later and poop there. But no, I now had to
poop, really, really bad, and it was going to have to be here or it would
be too risky to drive.

As I headed to the restroom, I could see the staff scrambling to clean up
the restaurant for closing time. Thankfully the restroom was empty. I
really dreaded pooping here, but had to go, and figured the customer
volume was so low I might not have anyone accompany me here for the
duration. My goal was to get in and get out, quickly. I hurried to the
stall, latched the door, dropped my pants to my upper legs and covered up
as much of my butt with my underwear as I could(knowing that obnoxious
gap made me visible in spite of my futile effort to use and latch the
stall door), and proceeded to feel the sensation of this hot stick of a
smooth, girthy, buttery, hard, stinky caramel of Satan work its way out
of my posterior without effort.

*plshmfptshlupftplshfwertshlupft-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t*

Not 30 seconds later, the door opened.

I looked to my right from where I sat out of instinct and it was that
same waitress who served me food earlier that I just left a generous tip
to, mop and bucket at the ready.

“AAHH!” she screamed, then said “I should have knocked first. Sorry.”

We didn’t make eye contact, but the door quickly slammed shut before she
said sorry. I saw her face and without trying she could potentially have
seen me just as easily as I saw that kid an hour or so earlier. Awkward.

I continued pooping, but this event made my bowels shy and my anus
puckered up. I now had to push this big, sticky, wide mess of a turd out
with significant effort instead of simply letting gravity do the work,
making a big, sticky, wide mess all over my ass. And it took time,
because this intrusion disrupted my state of relaxation and made me tense.

5 minutes later, there was another knock and the door cracked open
slightly, no one looking in.

Same female voice. “Is anyone still in here?”

I answered, “I’m here.”

A pocket of gas involuntarily slipped out of me, as the turd was lodged
halfway out of my butt, reverberating about the room for a second or two.

*plooot-t-t-t-T-T*

She then responded, “We’re about to close and I need to clean up. Can you
please finish?”

I checked my watch. It was now about 10:08 pm. I was in here for almost
10 minutes or so.

I was so embarrassed. I was almost certain she partially saw me on the
toilet minutes earlier and I knew she heard that fart.

I awkwardly answered, “I still need a few minutes.”

“Okay.”

The door gently shut.

I heard arguing outside the door.

Her: “I can’t clean it yet. Someone’s taking a crap.”

Some dude: “Well why didn’t you say so?”

As I was pushing this turd out, the door opened again some 10 seconds
after that exchange. A male worker of this establishment, a 30-something
balding fat man wearing this restaurant’s uniform, came in and washed his
hands and removed his apron. We locked eyes through the mirror, as he
smiled and quickly looked away.

My anus finally relaxed again and everything quickly slid out.

*BLOOP-T*

I felt pounds lighter now.

I was wiping while he finished up at the sink and left, looking down at
his hands as he washed them trying to avoid looking at me on the toilet
through the mirror. The paper was this horrible industrial dispenser with
1-ply of extra strong but never absorbent tissue, and it took probably 10
passes or more. No matter what I did, I always had brown streaks coming
from my perineum region, and my butt was nearly hairless. There was a lot
of poop smeared there initially that was mostly gone by the 3rd pass, but
it still proved to be worse than I thought it would be. After about 5
minutes of tortured wiping, leaving my butthole feeling raw, stinging,
and on the verge of bleeding, I felt confident I wouldn’t leave skidmarks
in my underwear and decided to get out, even though I wasn’t fully
cleaned and was still returning brown smears with each wipe. I didn’t
want to bleed after all. As I was buckling my belt after pulling my pants
up,

*knock knock knock*

Same woman: “Is anyone in here?”

“I’m done.”

I flushed the toilet, expecting the worst, but it went down. I noticed my
deposit left a bunch of dark-brown smears all over the toilet bowl. I
felt guilty, but I was in a rush to get out and let her clean.

As I unlatched the stall door and exited the stall, she came in and
brought the mop and bucket, starting with the urinals as I washed my
hands at the sink.

She casually commented, “I’m sorry about that. I should have knocked
first. Usually no one’s in there when we close out.”

I responded, washing my hands, “It’s okay. This wasn’t the first time
such a thing happened.”

I was actually quite embarrassed, but was trying to make this less
awkward, since she just acknowledged what she walked in on minutes prior,
likely having seen me on the can with the sides of my butt exposed, and
having heard some of my noises. There was nothing left to mystery
regarding what I was doing in here, and it was very awkward. Especially
since I just paid her and the restaurant to serve me food and tipped her
well.

As I was drying my hands, she headed into the stall where my deposit left
thick smears upon flushing. I could hear her quietly laughing at what she
saw, whispering, “God that’s so f—ing gross.” She immediately flushed
the toilet again, followed by spraying it with cleaning solution,
followed with air freshener.

As I left, she said while still scrubbing the bowl with a brush “Sorry,
I’m not judging you. Drive safe out there.” I heard the toilet flush
again when I got about 10 feet from the entrance. But the balding guy who
walked in while I was still mid poop smiled at me as I left the entrance
of the restaurant, saying, “Please come back.” as he emptied the
trashcan. It was such an awkward parting, but if it was any consolation,
I never saw either of them again. The food was very good, but the
restaurant just wasn’t near enough to me to justify a return visit, and I
didn’t like that awkward restroom layout.

An hour or so later, I found I wasn’t even fully emptied and pulled into
a rest stop an hour or so later. Luckily, alone. Wish I could have waited
long enough, as it had stall walls that went to the floor, and doors
without side gaps. The toilet paper was about the same, and wiping after
that hurt quite a bit.

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Sarah S

Questions for Martin

I was wondering if I could ask you some questions Martin, about your
situation, because I can understand and sympathize with why it would
stick with you having to take some stinky poops in front of friends and
family.

1. Did you ever ask anyone in the bathroom to leave when you were pooping?

2. Did anyone in the bathroom ever specifically comment on the smell or
did you notice it yourself?

3. Did anyone in the bathroom comment on anyone else to do with your
pooping?

4. Was it just pooping that bothered you or was it anything else (the
noises you made, farts, peeing etc.)

5. Did you poop at school or in public growing up, and if you did it, was
it to avoid those embarrassing intrusions.

6. Did you ever talk to those people nowadays about them being in the
bathroom?

7. Did you ever go into the bathroom while they were pooping?

8. How did those people get into the bathroom was there a lock on your
door you could have used?

9. Did you talk to that girlfriend about your experiences you had, and
did she encourage you to poop with her around, did you tell her you had
to poop?

10. Did you think your poops were stinkier than other people and is that
what caused you embarrassment?

Thanks and look forward to your answers and hope you feel better about it
and thanks for sharing

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STEPHEN . P

POOPING IN CAMPERVAN

I slept in camper last night had a wee many times .The alarm on phone
sounded at 06:30 switched it off went back to sleep .I woke at 09:00 sat
on edge of bed for five minutes .
I put the toiletstool in front of the THETFORD 265 pottie ,pulled my
pants down and sat on pottie with my feet on the stool,I had a wee then
after a few minutes had another wee.having now sat for five minutes I
pushed and done a NUMBER TOO ,UNFORTUNATLY I had not put any paper on
back of bowl.
The back of bowl had a been soiled by a large amount of poop which I had
to clean with a brush.I wiped with the ELSAN BLUE toilet paper mounted on
the door. Thank the lord I have healthy bowels.
I went into house into kitchen had another two satchets of LAXIDO THEN
TWO CUPS OF TEA

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STEPHEN.P

This morning the I was woken by the phone alarm at 06:30 ,silenced it had
a wee in the bedroom pottie the went back to bed .I woke at 09:00 farted
pulled down my pants reached for the ,I OAKLEAF bedpan and mounted it .
I had a wee then after a short interval weed again I put my hands firmly
on the bed and pushed relaxed then pooped, the next two minutes was
weeing and pooping I sat and relaxed for a few minutes then dismounted
,laid on my left side and wiped with four sheets of shades kitchen roll.
I pulled up my pants slid off the bed picked up the bedpan ,it was now
09:10 so went downstairs the pan I took to the bonfire it was full and I
guess about six pounds.I pulled the four sheets sixteen pages of metro
newspaper and the contents went into the bonfire .the pan was then rinsed
under the water butt and left to dry.
I went into kitchen filled a beer mug with luke warm water and put two
satchets of LAXIDO POWDER into it then drank .I then had my usual mugs of
tea washed then brushed my teeth

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stephen.p

campervan poop

I have just had a second NUMBER TOO today this time in the campervan
using THETFORD 265 portta pottie not much but it was nesasary ,
I have now pooped in the van seventeen hundred times over the past four
years and now getting low on toilet rolls.My purchase of forty toilet
rolls four years ago was thirty eight pounds seventy pence, Today my
order of forty rolls has cost me Forty one pounds and eighty pence.
I do enjoy pooping in the van on the ADVENTURIDGE POTTIE as I am very
comfortable and feel my Bowels moving it takes less time and paper.!!

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Post Title (optional)reply to Emma two

I have pooped a thousand times outdoors always squatt about twelve inches
from ground and push . the poop is always bigger as it has a straighter
route through the bowels and less distance to fall.
I use three or four sheets of TOILET PAPER as my rectum stays cleaner.
when I have driven or sat for several hours I find it very benificial to
squatt and poop even if it is only wind.!!
Alternatively LAY ON MY BACK HANDS ON MY HEAD and push (sometimes a
newspaper under my bum)legs pulled back . When I have farted pooped and
peed and feel done move my body to the right and drag myself across the
grass

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Catherine

Have You Ever Wondered?

Hi! I really do not have much to add, but the exchange that I had with
Sarah made me think of something to write to all of you. It’s a question,
but there’s more to it.

So, we know that every human being living today, ever has lived, and ever
will live will have bowel movements. They will have to defecate. They
will have to find a toilet and hold it until they make it. Everyone. They
will have to clean themselves. And then they will do it all over again.
Every. Single. One. Of. Us.

We all know this. But have you ever wondered how a particular person
experiences their bowel movements? Do they struggle with constipation? Do
they have loose stools? Do they smell bad or have a moderate smell?

Then, do they know what it’s like to have a really massive poop? Do they
know what it’s like to have explosive diarrhea? Do they know what’s like
to do a really long log, or a really smooth snake?

Do they enjoy it? Do they hate it? Do they think it’s healthy? Do they
think it’s gross? Will they shamelessly go in public or will they fight
the urge until they are alone?

I mean, when you think about it, we all defecate. But we all defecate
differently.

I would always think about others, maybe because I’m an only child. I
didn’t have brothers and sisters.

Here are a few people that I’ve thought about, male and female, that led
me to this:

1. I loved Christopher Reeve in Superman.
2. President Clinton and Hillary
3. The Obamas
4. Laura Bush and her girls
5. Nicole Kidman
6. Natalie Portman
7. Amy Adams
8. Plus models like Sarah Slick, Fiona Falkiner, Ashley Graham, Michelle
Olson, and Alexandra Gregorek.
9. Dwayne “the Rock” Johnson
10. Steph Curry

There are so many more. But I see people and wonder just how they poop.

Do you ever wonder how other people poop?

I would love to hear from you!

Love to all!

Catherine!

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