The day after I ate that whole XL-Pizza with Double
Extra Cheese, I was taking a dump when I thought my
brown-eye was gonna rip open from the size of the turd I was trying expel. It felt like someone had shoved a pop can up my ass and it was kinda stuck there. When the marathon session was over I looked into the toilet and saw the monster I had created. Lesson learned. I never wanna
make a Pop Can Poop again!