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  <title>defecation can be fun!</title>
  <subtitle>everybody poops</subtitle>
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  <updated>2007-09-04T15:54:53Z</updated>
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    <title>where do you fall on the scale?</title>
    <published>2007-09-04T15:54:53Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol_Stool_Scale"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bristol_Stool_Scale&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:defecation:976</id>
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    <title>to flush again</title>
    <published>2007-07-21T02:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-21T02:41:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We're back with more turd tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the cliffhanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning saw quite a bit of action with no relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the drugs  kicked in and after one more squat on the pot, the pressure and pain were gone.</content>
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    <title>could be trouble</title>
    <published>2003-07-09T04:26:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T04:26:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A bean and cheese burrito from taco bell for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow rice and black beans with sour cream for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to let you know how it turns out.</content>
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    <title>That was refreshing!</title>
    <published>2003-07-08T19:30:57Z</published>
    <updated>2003-07-09T04:24:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I go home for lunch today, about half way through I realize I gotta go, and I may be a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I grab my trusty book and trot on down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit down and it starts coming, and after the other day I'm a bit nervous. I hope it doesn't hurt like that again so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, nice and smooth. It keeps coming and coming. Just as I'm really starting to enjoy it, it's out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to call this the perfect poop would be a slight overstatement. It did require a bit more wiping than the perfect poop does. When that was all done came the greatest joy. Flushing my creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it slightly poking out of the water, while already part way down the drain. I flush the level, and it starts to dance. It slowly drilled it's way down the drain, and my poop waved it's final goodbye.</content>
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