The long brown log of pleasure

Dateline: Work.

Made a log so large that it stuck out of the water like the sinking Titanic, rudder exposed and all. It was followed by a sinker that was smaller, but just as eye-popping in proportion. Both were the same vibrant, rich brown colour that was borderline tear-evoking.

However, my wipes were light brown, almost orange. Strange. Maybe these faecal leavings were bred in an orange cocoon that was shed by my sphincter; who knows?