Clock Shitter

"oh christ almighty" the words of a terrified english woman, she needs to excrete, her stomach it churns and turns like a monkey on crack trying to break free out of a cage forged by his inner lack of mindfulness. Where does she turn ? every way she looks left, right, up, down walls of white solid, block her view. Its horrible the pain is excruciating shes suffering.
"burrp, sorry" ...
i leaned back in my chair and looked back at herwith disgust but for some unknown reason i felt provoked to feel sorry for her, even though i knew shes a bitch and has small voodoo dolls of me that she constantly tortures the crotch region of , its the only explanation for my rescent posture deformation in my junk. she burps again...whats wrong with this woman this...viking. she is convinced that she's sick maybe its something else, maybe its all those days she spent with the butt pirate in this small window deprived room...imagine if we were locked in here forever ? i dont think i could do it , after the first few hours i know for sure she would start having minor mind flashes of her eating me, shes that type of lady...beast....viking.

Again she burps, ive tried to coucil her in going to the toilet to take a shit, but shes compelled to stay ....its strange...sacrifice your comfort in the work place because getting one of the others employees pubes on your bum cheek is sooooo much worse, especially if its a eewok. and then thats where this horrible idea was given birth, The Viking and I
speaking about how much time we love spending on the toilet even if we already have done a Huge shit and theres nothing left in the tank.
Its just another one of those things Bruce.