Ever since late 2015-early 2016, I’ve always had a strong thought that Uzi’s poop would be delicious. Like a creamy clump sent from heaven, by God. I don’t know what it is, but just every time I see him, I can’t help but think about how lucky his toilet water is to collect all his creamy goodness, all for itself to have.
I can feel the brown mass sliding down my throat and into my tummy. I love the thought of serving it on a plate, garnishing it with a delicate touch of hard leftover clumps of poop hanging off of his asshair, and drinking his piss for a little flavor on the side. It’s my favorite thing to think about, and it’s been on my mind a lot lately.