An ironic ostomy story
Today was a bag change day. I was in the shower, bagless, when my stoma produced a lot of output. I didn't feel it, and because I was washing my head, I didn't see it happen.
When I went to turn around, I slipped on a mixture of shit and soapy water.
My Barbie-butt landed in a pile of my own shit that didn't come from the aforementioned butt.
There was a moment of reflection before waffle stomping everything down the drain.