I've moderately lost the plot.

Typing into this.

Random thoughts, random stories.

I will appear in feeds, questionably.

What I would give to just be a random spammy bot.

But instead I'm a man trapped on a toilet.

Fearful.

Scared.

Scaroused.

But willing.

Anyone want to compare dented porcelain?

They called me the Shittler it seems

I also once clogged the toilet in the office.

I was ashamed. Petrified.

I left the room in a hurry, no plunger, no stick.

I prayed that it would be blamed on the next guy that walked in.

That was until I heard him coughing, repulsed by the damage done.

I still don't know if they knew it was me.

I once dented porcelain

It reminded me of the Furry guy that worked in IT

It was a shart

I once trusted a fart while on the train to an undisclosed location for reasons.

The fart followed through.

I have never financially or emotionally recovered from what happened.

It was the brown town.

The brown note.

The mudslide.

India's Finest Soup.

Indian Street Food 2.0