drank way too much beer yesterday. had to stop my jog about halfway in order to better control my sphincter. then as I continued walking, noting how the pressure against that little toroidal muscle waxed and waned, I remembered how the run-in with the Marin deputy stopped my intestinal elimination muscles for about 40 minutes, maybe more. so I hit myself a couple of times in the stomach as a test. it seemed to work; made it to Starbucks with no more pressure.

damn, that BM was messy. it took so much paperwork afterwards, I'll have to call it a "government job".

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