This motherfucker SO needs to get to an Ass Doctor

I almost blogged yesterday on his penchant for shitting upon waking up -- I mean, who does that? REGULARLY...not some once-in-a-blue-moon thing. Isn't the human body generally configured to shit AFTER a meal? Now I'm not sure about first thing THIS morning, but I know he just waltzed in the bathroom, shortly after making some kinda "oh, jeez" comment to himself, quickly followed by the requisite huffing and puffing, sans air vent, and to complete The Act...wait...yes, there it is...I can hear it from the other end of the apartment...the requisite OVERspraying of the air freshener so that I'm practically gasping for fresh air. Oh, and I didn't mention that he shat about an hour ago, too. He is CONSTANTLY shitting. And I'll soon go in the bathroom to shit myself...well, not ON myself...hopefully...but you get what I mean...and I can guarantee you that the toilet seat will still be down, as I've blogged on recently. And there will likely be ass shards on the seat, which I've also blogged about. Yeah, a pretty disgusting, invasive-of-Dipshit entry this was. But I can't help it. I'm DRAWN to this blog to endlessly vent about his endless irritating habits...or in this case, potential medical ass issues.