You know those times when you have to poop. It’s making itself out to be a significant event in the realm of bowel movements in B#. Or was it B major? Whatever it was this one is going to definitely be major. Guts all bubbling, turtle head poking out. You spring the last 3 feet to the cool touch of the Dio de Porcelaina. Antisapation of sweet relief overcomes you, assssss…….
Nothing but hot air. Hot stinky air. Then silence. The turtle pulled his head back, the bubble guts stop their chatter and a calm comes across your bowels.
Nothing.
After the build up and all the hype, this it’s a total let down.
At my house we call these events…
Politicians or The Political Process