Shit happens! You are pleased when shit happens. Sometimes shit does not happen. Sometimes shit is not shit enough when it happens.
You drink hot water like free liquor at your rich cousin’s wedding. You push like you are being threatened to death to expel those smuggled diamonds. Relatives identify that stuck butt of pasty gold by looking at your face- after all they are a little too familiar with the filled-butt-bloated-flatusy-face.
Kayam Churna, Triphala, Lactulose, Paraffin make way into your home.
To eat or not to eat banana is the question!