When I go take my daily work dump, I will open the door and, with no one in the hallway, duck my head down to see if anyone is the big stall. Usually not but this time, the bathroom is in the middle of the building between the two sides of the company – flavor (where I work) and fragrance (which is easily 80% staffed by females). So it makes this bathroom rarely overpopulated which is nice.

However, this time, I saw the pair of sneakers of someone on the throne. Sneakers means the fragrance group, the ones who have no dress code and do no work. It’s a fucking hen house over there. I swear.

When I first checked, I heard him flush so I figured come back in a minute or two, he’ll be done. 10 minutes and 2 checks later, he’s finally washing his hands. You know, I’m meticulous with cleaning my asshole and I can do it in a quarter of the time.

Anyway, bitching aside, I sat down and the chocolate avalanche cascaded out of my anus. Soft logs flowed out like a freight train making a satisfying splurt on the water, combined with a nice wafting shit odor. Sloppy cleanup but an overall zen experience.

Lastly, this weekend I’ll be debuting a new feature on the ole Logger Log. Not sure what to call it but it’ll be about food products that give me “interesting” side effects relevant to the Log. If I had more than 4 readers, I’d put it to a vote but anyway, here’s the candidates for names for this feature:

Port’s Product Placement
Port’s Potent Poopables
Port’s Potential Poopstars

I’m leaning towards #2. As always. Ah ha.