Born in the backwoods of Tennesse, I grew up hunting and fishing and helping my father run moonshine. My grandaddy handled snakes in church, my granny drank strychnine. I'm currently involved with experiments in futuristic pornography.
Main bathroom in the house, nice loud fan to block outside noise and aids in concentration.
Nice white porcelain throne. Nothing fancy but it gets the job done. (although the seat is loose now after a 1-hour dump that involved alot of sweatin'and gruntin' and fidgetin' and pushin'.
I was searching for the effects competitive eating had upon people's poop regimen.
