There was this one time when I was so constipated from lack of proper diet and opiate abuse that I strained so hard I passed out and hit my head on the bathtub. I guess my bowels released when I was unconscious because I was awakened by my dog licking a mixture of blood and feces from my swollen and prolapsed rectum. To this day the muscles are so atrophied that I must wear a special harness to keep my bowels from spilling into my rubber underwear.
