Flushed with Excitement

As a brief introduction about myself and this blog, I am the foremost expert in the area of pooping and peeing I know. For more than 30 years I have been doing my doodie, going No. 1 and No. 2, pinching loafs and seeing men about horses -- although not every day mind you.

From ages 25 to 30 I did not have a bowel movement. I call this my red period. No, it wasn't an ancient Yogi technique to slow down the metabolism. I have self-diagnosed Irritable Bowel Syndrome-C. IBS with constipation.

While that is a large part of who I am, this blog is intended to exhibit more than my sluggish bowels. It is to showcase the crazy, wacked-out thoughts that cross my mind while in the bathroom or deal with potty time in some way.

But why the name The Handicapped Stall you ask? Because we all know that the handicapped stall in any bathroom is the cadillac of commodes. As I've always said since I was young, "You could do a cartwheel in those things with plenty of room to spare."

Now, sit back and read it and wipe!