The perfect swirl
You know what the start to a perfect day is? Freshly ground coffee? Bacon frying? A blow job? Today, for me, it was a perfectly coiled crap in the toilet. You know, one of those “no way!!!!” works of art that you really feel will never be duplicated. Don’t worry, I didn’t take a picture. I did say “alright” loud enough that Dixie came running. We then took a three-mile walk and I finished my taxes. A shit is all it took to make me happy today.