My a** exploded over the toilet bowl like “Little Boy” over Hiroshima. Then it sprayed forth its filthy payload like an inverse Kuwaiti oil derrick. The bowl filled with a sulphuric stench, my undercarriage acting as a lid unsuccessfully trying to contain its foul stench. Rising to inspect my creation, the toilet water was brown, s*** splattering the white porcelain. Absentmindedly, I began kneading my shaft.