Sure, I always have a magazine of interest to me at hand…I mean, I don’t always “have” to go shit my brains out, but when I don’t, I know I will soon at a much less convenient place or time.
But, no, I don’t just sit in there and read Avicenna on the throne for the hell of it. In fact, I find that counterproductive to the desired result.
However, it may take two or three “sessions” to produce an adequate specimen over the course of a morning, say. Depends on what I’ve eaten a number of hours before.
I give each session ninety seconds or so to produce, and if a failed session, regird my loins, walk about my place, do things, have some more coffee, whatever.
Yep, salads plus I love to eat my fruits and veggies but no supplements though.
That was me for the first few decades of my life. I learned how to use the plunger from an early age. It seems as though it was partly psychological, as though I was reluctant to crap, and it bugged my dad no end, as he sought to somehow “fix” what he perceived to be my physiological problem. These days it is every two or three days.
Still better than his assassin’s assistant, Lewis Powell
“Lt. Col. William H. H. McCall, a member of Gen. Hartranft’s staff at the Old Arsenal Penitentiary, testified that he had charge of the conspirators. McCall was asked about Lewis Powell’s bowel movements during the course of his imprisonment. According to McCall, Lewis Powell had been constipated from April 29th until the prior evening, June 2nd where he had his first bowel movement“
Lincoln himself regularly took mercury-based “blue mass” pills, reasons unspecified but for anything from constipation, syphilis or melancholia.