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Sabicleaners:
That triumphant feeling afterward is exhilarating...

Try to drink enough water. Reduce your bread intake.

It wasn't cause by the vegetable soup you ate in your friend's house.
Vegetables are fiber: helps with constipation.

Sorry for the ordeal; you experience a tiny pinch of what women go through in the labor room...

2cribz:
Next time.while u are dragging,bend down like u wanna take a bucket or stand up and bend down for 3 secs or drag a stool while u seated and place your legs on the stool.it will flow like water. Or u take bohem cigarette, e go drop shaps.mine I had not defeacated since two days,I had taken 2 wraps of jedi.oh boy na cow dung shit I shit o .ate enough beans and ugwu.na two buckets I use flush. The wc pressure no just move the cowdung shit

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

chaarly:
Booked the wrong space🤦
However, to avoid cases like this, always drink water before meals. And if you can, stay hydrated always.

Incase you find yourself in that situation again, sitting on the toilet seat restricts the flow of feaces in that kinda scenario. You would have stood on top of the toilet seat, then squat (spider man style). It releases it faster.


Ps. Stop sleeping around too. Shit!!🤦

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

FalseProphet1:
Next week Sunday.

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

jaymichael:
What happened to me exactly ine week ago (last week Sunday).
I couldn't push any longer and I was already losing strength. I thought of my wife, my children, my building that I have not completed.
I came out of the toilet naked. My wife covered my Moses rid with one of her wrappers and I sent for them to call my mother from her apartment. Na she suggest olive oil or methylated rubb.
The werey shit later came out some hours later after the methylated rubb
The werey shit was as strong as wood and long like say na sugarcane far above the waterline.

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

PointZerom:
The only thing that saved me that day was that my wife was around to assist. At a point I stopped breathing normal.

Thegamingorca:
These are the kind of shits that are very sweet to pass out as stool

jaymichael:
What happened to me exactly ine week ago (last week Sunday).
I couldn't push any longer and I was already losing strength. I thought of my wife, my children, my building that I have not completed.
I came out of the toilet naked. My wife covered my Moses rid with one of her wrappers and I sent for them to call my mother from her apartment. Na she suggest olive oil or methylated rubb.
The werey shit later came out some hours later after the methylated rubb
The werey shit was as strong as wood and long like say na sugarcane far above the waterline.

jaymichael:
What happened to me exactly ine week ago (last week Sunday).
I couldn't push any longer and I was already losing strength. I thought of my wife, my children, my building that I have not completed.
I came out of the toilet naked. My wife covered my Moses rid with one of her wrappers and I sent for them to call my mother from her apartment. Na she suggest olive oil or methylated rubb.
The werey shit later came out some hours later after the methylated rubb
The werey shit was as strong as wood and long like say na sugarcane far above the waterline.

Thegamingorca:
These are the kind of shits that are very sweet to pass out as stool

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

Eagba:
Add don't try to Push everything out at once, try cutting it with your anus then continue

FalseProphet1:
Yesterday is a day I'll never forget in my life.

Upon the request of a member, I visited him and his family. His wife prepared vegetable soup, I ate to my satisfaction and we had a very good gist.

After some minutes, I felt the urge to defecate, and he directed me to the restroom. I got in, locked the door, removed my trouser and boxers and hung them up, used a piece to toilet paper to clean the toilet seat, then balanced to get rid of the shit.

This is where the problem started. As I pushed for it to come out, I felt a very sharp pain in my anus. My stool was very dry and hard. I pushed and pushed like a woman in labour and the pain increased.

At some point, the stool got stock in my anus. And despite the fact that I pushed with all my strength, it refused to fully come out. I couldn't breathe again, I let out a faint noise of "ahhhhh" I thought I was going to die. I thought about my life, all the girls I've slept with, all the prophecies I've given, my goals and visions, my dream of building a mega auditorium...But what would they write on my obituary I said to myself, that I was killed by shit. No way. I decided to be a man and push that demonic stool out .

I took a deep breath and resumed my pushing, the pain was horrible, I called on the host of heaven to come to my aid. I started imagining how girls that engage in anal sex do it because it would definitely be painful.

To cut the long story, God gave me victory and I pushed it out of my anus. I regretted not coming with my bell, I would have rang it right there in the toilet for 1 hour to celebrate my victory.

Then the second phase of the problem began. the shit refused to flush. I was there in the toilet stuck for almost 1 hour flushing the useless stubborn shit. As God would have it, I remembered that I saw a red bucket on the corridor. I quickly opened the door, grabbed the bucket, filled it with water and flushed. And the shit was defeated, I could heart it struggling in the pipe as it descended to the suck away, but it had already lost the battle.

I put on my clothes and joined the family in the living room, feeling refreshed and happy.

Truly that was a close call with death. I'm happy I survived it.

This I have seen.

Eagba:
Add don't try to Push everything out at once, try cutting it with your anus then continue

chaarly:
Booked the wrong space🤦
However, to avoid cases like this, always drink water before meals. And if you can, stay hydrated always.

Incase you find yourself in that situation again, sitting on the toilet seat restricts the flow of feaces in that kinda scenario. You would have stood on top of the toilet seat, then squat (spider man style). It releases it faster.


Ps. Stop sleeping around too. Shit!!🤦