The thought that at some point, Cracky has been sitting in a very important business meeting with a whole board of multimillionaires and suddenly felt the need to excuse herself to the restroom. It's fascinating to me to think that a girl that's so groomed, so pampered... a woman whose entire livelihood is built around her looks and image squats down on the toilet like the rest of us and squeezes out a fat turd. Or maybe not even a turd, maybe her shit is like beef stroganoff with a mixture of solid and liquid whirled together. Maybe she's a person who just drops single logs; compacted by hours of constipation as she sits helplessly applying layers of make up. What good does all that make up do to your face as she grimaces and her face goes beet red and her asshole protracts squirting out yesterdays kimchi. Sometimes when I lay a big log down, I'm usually proud if it's a foot or longer in length and take a picture to document it. I wonder if Cracky feels the same pride as myself as she looks behind her at the gigantic turd she has unleashed?
Perhaps she feels shame..
I wonder how her bodyguards feel, her managers and assistants as they sit outside the bathroom listening to the sounds of her ass vibrating off the porcelain tiles. How about the person who enters the bathroom after Cracky? Such luck to be able to waft in the stench of Cracky's colon. I'd like to say I'm a well composed man, but I don't think I would be able to resist the temptation of licking those race streaks off the sides of the toilet. You don't get those opportunities that often, and to think how my body would shiver in ecstasy as I feel her buttpaste on my tongue. Even licking the toilet paper knowing that Cracky touched it before washing her hands would feel like heaven.