Couldn’t passing something like in option #1 blow a blood vessel in your brain if you had to do it that often?
Oh Christ, are you kidding? I’ve had only one experience with a major poop blockage and I still recall it with horror and cold sweats:
RICK ASTLEY at top volume, anytime.
I don’t get the Rick Atley hate, maybe my red-head genes make me immune. I routinely have insomnia anyway, so I’ll take option #2.
Having achieved the age of 42 years old without hemorroids, I would like to stay that way.
Rick Astley for me.
Since Rick Astley’s one big turd, that gypsy’s curse is a forever crap lifestyle; simply with or without the soundtrack.
#1 without a doubt. Why is it that I find the idea of waking to an auditory hallucination featuring Rick Astley absolutely hilarious? I can’t stop snickering.
Insomnia. I had one major constipation episode, though I won’t talk about the details here, and I’d rather never do it again.
Insomnia. I can always catch a nap in the afternoon. Besides women coming into menopause experience this anyway, they should be so lucky, it’s only every thirteen days, so no biggy.
Which is the whole point of taking the “insomnia” option I think..
Yeah. That song is more a reflection of the horror of Stock-Aiken-Waterman production than poor Rick Astley, who released a cracking album called “Free”." He is an amazing talent as far as singing and songwriting goes.
There are so many worse Stock-Aiken-Waterman performers that deserve the ignominy of the Rickroll - Kylie Minogue, Sinitta, Donna Summer’s 80s output… but I have to admit to liking a number of their artists. But they had a very identifiable sound, cheesy videos, and guy/girl next door personas.
At least Rick seems to have a sense of humour about it.
If you push Rick Astley up an octave, he sounds exactly like Kylie, and vice versa. It’s testament to how little of their own performance is left after the S-A-W production process.
…I think that’s stuck-achin’-water, man!
I’ll take the Rhode Island Poop.
Hey, it could be the size of Massachusetts. And the shape. Ow.
I think the gypsy is slipping. It would have been better if at random, no more that 13 days apart, the song would come on randomly and no matter what you’re doing, you have to stop, sing and dance it… But only you hear the music.
Yes indeedy! Once you get the kind where you feel like it’s glued inside, Rick Astley is nothing.
Best wishes,
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Now, if you were going with explosive diarrhea, I might change my mind.
No brainer. #2. I once had a bowel movement the size on Escalade and I thought I was going to die. And then when the toilet got clogged and the plunger wouldn’t work, I thought I was gonna die again. I don’t even want to think about how me, my butt, or my toilet would handle something the size of Rhode Island!
Clearly, **monstro **is as monstro does…