One day, I really had to poop so bad. So I sat down on the toilet, and the poop raced out of my innards. It felt good, better than usual. But as we know, all good things must come to an end. So when the poop stopped streaming out of my butthole, I was depressed because the feeling was over. So, casually I reached for the toilet paper and there was none left. This was no bueno because it wasn't a dry poop, so I couldnt just pull up my pants and go get toilet paper. No, this was liquid napalm. It also happened to hit the water so hard at such a high velocity that poop and pee water managed to splash up into my gouche and sack. I was ♥♥♥♥♥♥. Suddenly, my dog, attracted by the odors of my poop, came into the bathroom in search of the smell. After some deep thought, I made the executive decision to use my dog to clean my buttox seeing as my only other option was to wait for my mom to get home from work. My dog took an L that day, but his sacrifice will never be in vain.