Meet John from Litchfield, June's guest shitter of the month!

Well, John certainly wasn't shy in giving us a glimpse of his poop shoot in action, disposing of his hearty lunch with one solid (yet lightly tanned) log. Textbook. Not quite sure what's going on there in the background John, is that a finger?
A nice picture of John's trademark hairy legs to finish off the afternoon's activities.
Thanks John, another one of those next month.

To get 2012 off on the right foot, January's guest 'logger of the month is Daniel from Newcastle. His entry is entitled 'J for Juliet'

In all of the excitement, Daniel has forgotten to send us in his 'before' shot. Not to worry, I've become quite and expert in this field and with a little bit of reverse engineering, i was able to establish what had caused this beautifully formed fiberous floater. There's no doubt in my mind that Daniel had been endulging in his Lucky Charms.
Hopefully we'll have another installment from Dan so we can see what he's trying to spell out...

Tomato Egg Sausage Beans Toast HP Sauce SBAAMM

put the kettle on.

i like meat

smooth like yer mum

Sail Away, Sail Away, Sail Away ...

Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore, Let me reach, let me beach, far beyond the Yellow sea..

they tried to give me more keeeebab, I said, Yes, Yes, Yes..

In memory of Amy Winehouse..

ARSE INVADER

I know. Incredible.

CLUB SANDWICH.

CLUB TURD.

HONG KONG PHOOEY!

when i say 'give me a massive plate of food, i wana do a crackin' turd for my blog' well, i do it. With my tell-tale fleb keeping the slop company, that's a wrap!

SURF & TURF

satisfying, lets say

ARMAGEDDON, nothing more nothing less

the joy of an Argentinean steak complemented by the euforia of a no-wiper..

Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
Farewell, foreign shore !
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before !
Yet, though I had safely pass'd
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again

WELCOME ONBOARD!

RAMADAN'S over, bring me a GOD DAMN BEER..

back to europe and i'm now the proud owner of a 6kg turgle burger!

I was shitting for about 15minutes and i don't meaning reading/chillin/relaxin/shootin' some meatball outside of the school, i mean actual shitting.

Trust in meat. Meat is your friend.

Back in action! Click for a closer look, you can see the cut of points of the logs. TEXT BOOK. You'd be forgiven for mistaking this as a Rembrandt with textures like that.

Moroccan cuisine. Fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again.

I can..more stinging, watery shits. about 10 a day. give or take 20.

..and just as the holiday was going so well, DISASTER STRIKES!!

..that fucking soup cost me 4kg.

Say what you see.. what's Mr.Chips doing??

SHITTING IN A FIELD.

GOULASH!

Those Eastern toilets can take a solid pasting.